Maybe it's just as well he can't feel it right now. Maybe he needs the detachment, Wyatt isn't sure.
He tips his hat to the farmers when they pass them, slowly making their way from the Papay Fields and back to his cabin. It seems as though the land itself is healing, and that holds true even for the patch of land and water surrounding his old home. No longer a swamplike, muddy mess where slimy green moss grows everywhere, it's growing brighter green and firmer under one's feet each day. It's a slow journey, but even in the distance, this much is clear to see. The only sore thumb to the context, so to speak, is the tin suit that stands ever vigilant, ever watching over the house and what took place there over ten annuals ago.
"I have some spare clothes," he notes off hand. "But we'll get you clean first, how about that?"
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Date: 2009-09-16 04:35 am (UTC)He tips his hat to the farmers when they pass them, slowly making their way from the Papay Fields and back to his cabin. It seems as though the land itself is healing, and that holds true even for the patch of land and water surrounding his old home. No longer a swamplike, muddy mess where slimy green moss grows everywhere, it's growing brighter green and firmer under one's feet each day. It's a slow journey, but even in the distance, this much is clear to see. The only sore thumb to the context, so to speak, is the tin suit that stands ever vigilant, ever watching over the house and what took place there over ten annuals ago.
"I have some spare clothes," he notes off hand. "But we'll get you clean first, how about that?"