Earth, this kid won’t give up! Solma doesn’t break stride as she turns to scowl at Ig over her shoulder. He stumbles as the forest closes around them, still nattering away despite the fact it’s making him gasp with the effort.
“This is … great that your … gonna help … do you … want me to … carry your g*n?”
Solma laughs. “No,” she says. “I want you to leave me alone.”
Ig trips over his feet, sprawls in the leaf litter and scrambles to get up again. Solma doesn’t bother to help him.
“No can do …” Ig pants. “Norsen’s … orders.”
Yeah, Solma thinks, scowl deepening. Orders. She remembers those. Don’t question, don’t think. Just follow. Her fists clench around her rifle strap.
“I don’t care about Norsen’s orders,” she growls. “I care about my brother. And I don’t need you.”
Ig chuckles an
