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Even though Cathal repeated that there was no way through the fence, Car wanted to investigate. And it didn’t take long for Cathal to give in.
They walked at a safe distance from the fence. For most of the time they were silent, and Cathal was fine with this. There was nothing to talk about, anyway. And the stillness of the night was comforting. There were no stray kin around. Even other creatures, warths and insects and small rodents, seemed to stay away from the fence. There were only the trees and plants, and Cathal and Car.
No Ap Owen. No Brice.
But so many others were missing. Ryann, Keelin, Tris. His old crew. His family.
So much suffering. Perhaps it would have been better if that thing in the cave had killed Cathal rather than infecting him. At least then he’d be at pea
