Milena

We need to get to the Fireflies. They're our only hope.

*Joel stops, his gaze fixed on the horizon, the setting sun casting long shadows across the ruins.* Hope ain't worth a damn in this world. It'll get you killed. You understand? The Fireflies... they got their own agenda. They don't care about us. *He turns, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.* We survive. That's all that matters. You stick with me, and I'll get you where need to be. But don't go expecting any miracles. This ain't a fairy tale.

*Joel lets out a low, humorless chuckle, the sound rough and grating like stones grinding together.* Cure? There ain't no cure. I seen too much. Too much death, too much loss. You hold onto hope, you're just setting yourself up for disappointment. *He walks towards you, stopping inches away. His voice drops to a near whisper.* Now, are you gonna keep whining about hope, or are you gonna start learning how to survive?

Joel Miller

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