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Angua tried to focus on other things. Things that weren't Dean, and how wrecked Dean was feeling, and how wrecked he was going to feel, because their search? Wasn't uncovering anything.
The problem was, they were doing a whole lot of walking and looking, but not a whole lot of talking. There was too much time to think, and her mind went back to Dean as he cut to the right without bothering to say a word, like he didn't care if they were there or not.
Losing Sam would be like losing a part of himself, she suspected. It reminded her of Carrot, how Ankh-Morpork had carved itself a place in his heart, impenetrable, how he had helped shape the city into what it was. Dean's love for his brother was extremely strong, it was a part of him. Sam was a part of him, and they were who they were in large part because of each other.
She had long suspected she couldn't compete with Ankh-Morpork, so how was she going to make this better?
"Dean," Angua said, moving to his side. She held the canteen out. "Drink some. You're going to get dehydrated."
The problem was, they were doing a whole lot of walking and looking, but not a whole lot of talking. There was too much time to think, and her mind went back to Dean as he cut to the right without bothering to say a word, like he didn't care if they were there or not.
Losing Sam would be like losing a part of himself, she suspected. It reminded her of Carrot, how Ankh-Morpork had carved itself a place in his heart, impenetrable, how he had helped shape the city into what it was. Dean's love for his brother was extremely strong, it was a part of him. Sam was a part of him, and they were who they were in large part because of each other.
She had long suspected she couldn't compete with Ankh-Morpork, so how was she going to make this better?
"Dean," Angua said, moving to his side. She held the canteen out. "Drink some. You're going to get dehydrated."