Patrick's head swiveled toward Salvar with the slow, dawning horror of a man who had just realized his nightmare was, in fact, not over. His eyes were wide, his lips slightly parted, his entire face a canvas of barely contained panic. "They are aware already? They know we're here?"
Salvar nodded, clicking his tongue and shaking his head with the resigned weariness of someone who had long ago accepted that the universe was not on his side and never had been. "They know."
"We will have to leave nevertheless," Silas said. His voice was quiet and steady, but there was a weight beneath it, a gravity that came from knowing exactly how bad the situation was and choosing to move forward anyway.
Leaving was better than staying. Staying carried the risk of being cornered. Staying meant being trapped in a room with one exit and no way out.
At least if they were moving, if they were still in motion, they had a chance. A slim chance, but a chance nonetheless.
