longer than they should. sleep is less pertinent here, sure, though it's far from unnecessary. Elektra hasn't pushed him to stop, Matt has ignored the fact that he should. so many hours without a sign, or a clue, or even much of anything in the darkness. nothing that can remotely be traced back to the boy that's missing. not in enough hours to stretch an entire day, and then some.
part of him wants to keep going. mostly because he doesn't want to slow down, which would allow time for thoughts he's avoiding fixating on to catch up. not to say he hasn't been thinking this whole time... it's just they tend to circle more vicious when he slows down.
as much as he wishes he could keep pushing father, even Matt knows they have to stop sooner rather than later. he can tell Elektra is slowing, tiring, almost as clearly as he can feel his own weariness. it's the end of a long pointless slog, and sleep offers only the limited prospect of relief. they have to stop for some anyway. for her sake, and he knows better than to think she'd let him get away with not taking the same. )
We can stop here for the night. ( it is technically night, the moon hanging above the trees. not that Matt knows based on that; the spirits sound different at night, he's noticed. the little ones that resemble bugs, different ones seemed to sing depending on the time. he doesn't suspect she will argue with him, and he's already easing the pack with supplies from his shoulders before she can answer. ) There's enough of a clearing here to rest.
ᴇʟᴇᴋᴛʀᴀ. (start of the month.)
longer than they should. sleep is less pertinent here, sure, though it's far from unnecessary. Elektra hasn't pushed him to stop, Matt has ignored the fact that he should. so many hours without a sign, or a clue, or even much of anything in the darkness. nothing that can remotely be traced back to the boy that's missing. not in enough hours to stretch an entire day, and then some.
part of him wants to keep going. mostly because he doesn't want to slow down, which would allow time for thoughts he's avoiding fixating on to catch up. not to say he hasn't been thinking this whole time... it's just they tend to circle more vicious when he slows down.
as much as he wishes he could keep pushing father, even Matt knows they have to stop sooner rather than later. he can tell Elektra is slowing, tiring, almost as clearly as he can feel his own weariness. it's the end of a long pointless slog, and sleep offers only the limited prospect of relief. they have to stop for some anyway. for her sake, and he knows better than to think she'd let him get away with not taking the same. )
We can stop here for the night. ( it is technically night, the moon hanging above the trees. not that Matt knows based on that; the spirits sound different at night, he's noticed. the little ones that resemble bugs, different ones seemed to sing depending on the time. he doesn't suspect she will argue with him, and he's already easing the pack with supplies from his shoulders before she can answer. ) There's enough of a clearing here to rest.