The Pathless On Paths---------Chapter I(2)

He drew himself nearer to the fire, and hugged his M16A4 tighter to find comfort in its cold and hard steel to help him embrace his painful memories.
“You demanded it, thus I shall let you have it.” Karrson said, as the fair whit-haired girl opposite of him did the same. The night closed in about them, yet in the girl’s amber eyes Karrson could spy no hint of darkness, but an odd mixture of resolve, tenderness and, well, a slight bit of reverence, perhaps. Karrson was never a heart-reader, especially with women, and she was not exactly easy to see through.

The girl across the fire stood up and came to sit down at his side, but faced the opposite direction. Never leaving a direction unobserved, chuckled Karrson in his heart. How thoughtful. But again, how did it come to this? To feel no sense of security when backs remain unguarded? The answers to those questions even to the girl would be quite clear, but that made it no less disheartening to behold. The fire crackled and drew him back to the physical world.
“Com’on, Emily, lets hear it, we ain’t got a lot of time left before we go, and I certainly hate unfinished stories.” Said the girl smiling to him