“Think if I got on your shoulders I could reach the top and climb out?” he speculates, trying to eyeball the depth of the pit they were in.
“Considering you’ve got a broken arm—”
“Fractured at best,” Owen interrupts.
“And I can’t stand up,” Ian continues over him, gesturing vaguely to the deep gash on his right leg. “I don’t think you have much of a chance,” he finishes from his place on the ground, effectively murdering Owen’s optimism.
“Considering you’ve got a broken arm—”
“Fractured at best,” Owen interrupts.
“And I can’t stand up,” Ian continues over him, gesturing vaguely to the deep gash on his right leg. “I don’t think you have much of a chance,” he finishes from his place on the ground, effectively murdering Owen’s optimism.
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