[Peter just keeps moving, trying to focus on the goal of safety. What lay in the woods was a mystery to both of them, but it is better than being held captive.
The closer they get, the clearer it is the gate hasn't been maintained for years. Old metal has rusted over, plant life growing over pieces of it. Peter is trying to override the exhaustion wanting to make him crumple. The new aggravated injury and bruises he's given himself over the course of a day.
They are getting so close to freedom. Safety.]
We can go home, and rest, it'll be okay. We'll be okay.
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The closer they get, the clearer it is the gate hasn't been maintained for years. Old metal has rusted over, plant life growing over pieces of it. Peter is trying to override the exhaustion wanting to make him crumple. The new aggravated injury and bruises he's given himself over the course of a day.
They are getting so close to freedom. Safety.]
We can go home, and rest, it'll be okay. We'll be okay.