Lucas approached more slowly, recognizing the khaki colors of a military uniform, then the harsh gray hair and straight back of his commander.
Jonah turned at the sound of footsteps, saw Lucas, and turned back. Lucas sat down beside him and tugged off his shoes. The water was cool. They faced east, where he could see the edge of the sun peeking up above the horizon. The sky had faded from navy to slate gray, and he could see streaks of pink beginning to emerge.
“Sorry, is it okay if I—“
“I’ll tell if you if it’s not, Myren.”
Lucas nodded and looked down at his hands, callused and dirty. “Can I ask you something, sir?”
“Go ahead.”
His heart was pounding in his chest. “Do you, um, do you think this mission will go well?”
“Are you scared?”
“Maybe. Yeah, I guess.”
“Own up to it, Myren,” Jonah snapped. Lucas bowed his head, and Jonah scowled at him. “You worry too much. Quit worrying about your name and your girl and whether we can complete this mission. It’s a waste of your damn time.”
“Well then what am I supposed to think about?”
“You’re a soldier. Don’t think at all.”
“I’m a scholar,” Lucas said sullenly. “I’m always thinking. I can’t help it.”
“Shame.” Jonah stared silently at the horizon, watching the sun rise further. He huffed a sigh, and it formed a cloud in front of his nose. Lucas watched his hands some more. After a moment, Jonah said, “We have shaky intelligence at best. We have to hike through unfamiliar and hostile territory. We have no idea what we’ll face when we make it to Brimhaven.”
Lucas nodded. “Is it true this could change the entire course of the war?”
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