I ran the whole way and it took hours, and I am going to skip most of it, because most of it was a man with a ruined knee falling over in the dark.
What I remember is the arithmetic.
The wyvern had carried us in. The wyvern was back there with its head on Light's ribs and one working eye and a leg that had been opened twice, so the wyvern was staying, and that was correct, and it still cost me every mile of the return on my own two legs.
Death Sense stayed open the entire way. It costs nothing. I have said that already and I will keep saying it, because it was the only thing I owned that still worked, and I swept it out ahead of me at every bend the way you sweep a lantern.
Cold small lives in the rock. Cold small lives in the water channels. Cold, cold, cold, the whole length of that place, and none of them warm, and none of them her.
'Wren.'
Keep going.
'What if she's—'
Keep going.
'That's not an answer.'
It's the only one that gets you there. Keep going.
