"Of kindness and of blood." Hawkeye mutters, laying face down on the river back, swirling his hands through the rushing water. He ignores the camp just twenty yards away.
BJ sinks to the muddy ground. "More kindness than blood."
Hawkeye overlooks this, his mind a lifetime -- his lifetime -- away. The river swells, filling them with unrelenting currents. "We're all interrelated. And mortality --"
BJ nods, finishing, "Mortality is all too relevant." He's heard this before, and knows it truth.
Standing, Hawkeye brushes himself off. "It's taunting us."
The river flows on, oblivious, as they stagger back to reality.
