[ John could just leave. He could walk away from this corpse and this beach and try to find the answers he's looking for in whatever lies beyond. In fact, he starts to do just that, taking a few steps towards the tree line, before he pauses, thinking. ]
The forest would be better. For burial. The tide will only undo whatever work we've done to cover the body.
[ Why did he pause? Why is he including himself in the plans to dispose of the man he just killed? This is beneath him, beneath them, beneath the thing that Merle calls the Hunger. Petty concerns of life and death were meaningless to John now that he's seen eternity and found it wanting.
But he's in an unfamiliar plane. And there's someone out there-- something out there, destroying every plane of existence faster than John can absorb them into his being. Maybe... Just maybe working together is in his best interest, for the time being. ]
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The forest would be better. For burial. The tide will only undo whatever work we've done to cover the body.
[ Why did he pause? Why is he including himself in the plans to dispose of the man he just killed? This is beneath him, beneath them, beneath the thing that Merle calls the Hunger. Petty concerns of life and death were meaningless to John now that he's seen eternity and found it wanting.
But he's in an unfamiliar plane. And there's someone out there-- something out there, destroying every plane of existence faster than John can absorb them into his being. Maybe... Just maybe working together is in his best interest, for the time being. ]