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To me, Richard, I have something left to prove to me.

Why? He studied my face like he'd memorize it.

He shook his head. I let this happen. I'll get him out.

Why do you have to be the toughest, the bravest? Why can't you, just once, let me do something for you? Going down in the hole doesn't scare me. Let me do this for you. Please. His voice was still soft, and he was leaning into me enough so that I could smell the drying blood on him, the richness of fresh blood in his mouth, as if some small cut had not healed completely.

He clutched the flashlight tighter. Why? And somehow I thought the question was about more than the oubliette and why I had to climb inside it.

To me, Richard, I have something left to prove to me.

He clutched the flashlight tighter. Why? And somehow I thought the question was about more than the oubliette and why I had to climb inside it.

Because it scares me, and I have to know if I can.

He clutched the flashlight tighter. Why? And somehow I thought the question was about more than the oubliette and why I had to climb inside it.

He shook his head. This isn't courage, Anita, this is stubbornness.

I stared back into the hole and let myself acknowledge just how afraid I was. So afraid that I could taste something flat and metallic on my tongue. So afraid that my pulse was hammering in my throat, like a trapped thing. My voice came out calm, normal. I was glad. It doesn't matter that I'm afraid. I touched the flashlight, tried to pull it from his hand, but he held on. And, short of playing tug of war -- which I would probably lose -- I wasn't getting it away from him.

Why do you have to be the toughest, the bravest? Why can't you, just once, let me do something for you? Going down in the hole doesn't scare me. Let me do this for you. Please. His voice was still soft, and he was leaning into me enough so that I could smell the drying blood on him, the richness of fresh blood in his mouth, as if some small cut had not healed completely.

Why? Why do you need to know that? You've proven to me and everyone here that you're tough. You don't have anything left to prove to us.

Because it scares me, and I have to know if I can.

And I can taste fresh blood on yours, but I have to do it because it scares me.

Give me the flashlight, Richard.

Because it scares me, and I have to know if I can.

I shook my head. I have to do it, Richard.

He shook his head. This isn't courage, Anita, this is stubbornness.

Why? and his voice held the first hint of anger, like a slap of warmth.

And I can taste fresh blood on yours, but I have to do it because it scares me.

He shook his head. This isn't courage, Anita, this is stubbornness.

Why? He studied my face like he'd memorize it.

Just to see if I can.

I shook my head. I have to do it, Richard.

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