October 3rd, 24, they say that a little hope can be a dangerous thing.

Take the bottle of sacred spring water I've been carrying across Europe all these weeks.

So astonished by what it did for Lydia,

that I've scarcely allowed space for a single thought of what I'll have to do if it doesn't work on my sister.

So easy to forget the stakes.

Until we arrived at the edge of the bloodlands.

Lydia, what are you doing up?

Had he's a toilet?

It's 3 a.m.

you should go back to bed.

Yeah, I know.

I hate abandoned army bases.

I know, but it's safe enough for the night.

An odd place for it.

Kind of in the middle of nowhere.

The pass is a natural choke point.

Probably seemed like a good defensive position when it became clear something was off down south.

We're getting close then?

Yeah.

I think there's a crate of C4 in our tent.

You're sure?

I think so.

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