[ He does better with the quiet. Just the sound of her walking, her breathing, it looks like it meets an invisible aura around him that absorbs all of it. Bruce's footsteps are near-silent as they can be, on the mud. These aren't the right shoes. ]
[ They walk until there's nothing but the sound of (alien) cicadas around them, and the shadow of something moving through the trees, above. It's just a rustle at first, drowned out by the insects, but there's no mistaking the shadows from the ground. ]
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[ They walk until there's nothing but the sound of (alien) cicadas around them, and the shadow of something moving through the trees, above. It's just a rustle at first, drowned out by the insects, but there's no mistaking the shadows from the ground. ]