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QUICKSANDED
You're in a desert.
There's nothing for miles. No oasis, no buried heads of statues in the dunes. Just sand, sand, and more sand.
And quicksand, it seems. There's a man in front of you, buried in the stuff, and sinking quickly. He struggles to pull himself out, gritting his teeth with concentration.
You, standing at the edge of the stuff and in no danger at all, speaks up, chuckling before you state calmly:
"That's quicksand. Don't panic."
"Stop struggling. If you thrash around, it will only pull you in faster."
You pause to laugh a little, your eyes narrowed in amusement.
"Here I thought you were well-versed in desert survival, but maybe it was just piss and blood."
"Shut up."
The man snaps back at you. The quicksand is almost up to his shoulders, now.
You continue, despite his annoyed look. You make no move to step forward and help him. He has to help himself.
"All hells are the same. The more you struggle to escape the pit, the stronger its hold becomes."
Again, the pink-haired man, displeased, growls out a retort to you.
"Skip the lecture."
A little frustration at your words doesn't seem to stop you at all.
"But this is important. It takes time for hell to swallow someone up. During that time, you can just gradually crawl out."
The man looks like he's about to say something more...but he sighs, turning around.
He relaxes...and he stops sinking, almost immediately, With some effort, he manages to pull himself out as you watch, now easily moving out of the quicksand as if it didn't pose any risk to him in the first place.
He gets on his hands and knees, lower half stained with sand, and catches his breath. His head glances over his shoulder, and you can hear::
"What do you know. He really is a brilliant detective."
For some reason, hearing that makes you laugh more, and for the first time in this conversation, you start moving around the patch of quicksand towards him, your tone laced with amusement.
"I heard that! I told you, didn't I?"
You shake your head, lightly.
"...But you know, to be honest, I didn't know specifically how to escape quicksand. I just applied the general theory concerning hell. I'm glad it worked out...brother."
"Brother?"
The man seems surprised...but then his face softens. He's looking at you with a sort of fondness now. Two brilliant detectives, stuck in a desert, with only each other by their side.
"...You're a strange one."
There's nothing for miles. No oasis, no buried heads of statues in the dunes. Just sand, sand, and more sand.
And quicksand, it seems. There's a man in front of you, buried in the stuff, and sinking quickly. He struggles to pull himself out, gritting his teeth with concentration.
You, standing at the edge of the stuff and in no danger at all, speaks up, chuckling before you state calmly:
"That's quicksand. Don't panic."
"Stop struggling. If you thrash around, it will only pull you in faster."
You pause to laugh a little, your eyes narrowed in amusement.
"Here I thought you were well-versed in desert survival, but maybe it was just piss and blood."
"Shut up."
The man snaps back at you. The quicksand is almost up to his shoulders, now.
You continue, despite his annoyed look. You make no move to step forward and help him. He has to help himself.
"All hells are the same. The more you struggle to escape the pit, the stronger its hold becomes."
Again, the pink-haired man, displeased, growls out a retort to you.
"Skip the lecture."
A little frustration at your words doesn't seem to stop you at all.
"But this is important. It takes time for hell to swallow someone up. During that time, you can just gradually crawl out."
The man looks like he's about to say something more...but he sighs, turning around.
He relaxes...and he stops sinking, almost immediately, With some effort, he manages to pull himself out as you watch, now easily moving out of the quicksand as if it didn't pose any risk to him in the first place.
He gets on his hands and knees, lower half stained with sand, and catches his breath. His head glances over his shoulder, and you can hear::
"What do you know. He really is a brilliant detective."
For some reason, hearing that makes you laugh more, and for the first time in this conversation, you start moving around the patch of quicksand towards him, your tone laced with amusement.
"I heard that! I told you, didn't I?"
You shake your head, lightly.
"...But you know, to be honest, I didn't know specifically how to escape quicksand. I just applied the general theory concerning hell. I'm glad it worked out...brother."
"Brother?"
The man seems surprised...but then his face softens. He's looking at you with a sort of fondness now. Two brilliant detectives, stuck in a desert, with only each other by their side.
"...You're a strange one."