The restlessness had returned with such a vengeance that Raylan finally roused Malcolm and Dorian from what they were doing. He hadn't quite explained the developments to Malcolm, the details of why Dorian was coming or what, exactly, it meant, what they were doing. All that mattered in the moment was that they go.
"Do you guys need anything else?," he asked, fully loaded and ready to go with Doc's sharpened butter knife in hand, lantern in another and trying to not rush them out into the seemingly eternal darkness. He couldn't take the darkness anymore, he couldn't take the monsters that went bump, he couldn't handle not sleeping for another night. Even if Dorian had begged his hardest, Raylan wasn't going to be turned away from the idea. Anything to set things back to normal. Anything.
Even if that was spilling their blood like they were in the 3rd century, worshiping the Old Gods.
Day 83; Locked to Malcolm and Dorian, and Tim
"Do you guys need anything else?," he asked, fully loaded and ready to go with Doc's sharpened butter knife in hand, lantern in another and trying to not rush them out into the seemingly eternal darkness. He couldn't take the darkness anymore, he couldn't take the monsters that went bump, he couldn't handle not sleeping for another night. Even if Dorian had begged his hardest, Raylan wasn't going to be turned away from the idea. Anything to set things back to normal. Anything.
Even if that was spilling their blood like they were in the 3rd century, worshiping the Old Gods.