OOC: @That Guy; @OfficerMarowak; @Polkadot Jolteon; For some reason, I feel like I didn't need to post that last one. The guy knows everything I do, he's like a stalker. And okay, we needed a subtitle, so I picked a word.
Garnett pushed on through the sandstorm. He could barely feel it as any more than warm wind. He didn't stop to wonder why.
Garnett. The voice echoed in his head as if it were just another thought, despite his knowledge that it wasn't.
Go away. I don't want anything to do with you, Garnett replied, meaning every word.
I was simply going to point out that you're both lost, and being followed.
I know that!
No, you don't. I expected a little more gratitude than that for potentially saving your life.
It's your life too. I'm not thanking you.
It isn't my problem. If you get hurt, it gives me an excuse to hit something.
Yeah, maybe a figment of my imagination, since I'm dreaming, dumbass.
Of course. There's no reason why it would be anything else.
Garnett was trying not to listen, but it was difficult to ignore what were technically his own thoughts.