Who: Walden and Benjamin What: Getting their stories straight. When: Monday, after the heaviest of the fighting is over and before Ben goes back to England. Where: Battle grounds, Croatia. Why: Because they are rarely on the same page. Rating: It's fine. Status: Completed.
When Walden woke he was very confused. His heart instantly became heavy and sick as the reality of loosing his son slammed in on him. He sat bolt upright, knowing he needed to get moving, either to fight or hunt- except... It was nearly dark outside. Swinging his legs off the bed, Walden leaned over on his knees while jogging himself more fully into consciousness and suddenly he felt a warm relief wash over him as actual reality materialized and he remembered that Benjamin was alive. And fine. He had seen Benjamin when he came in- well, whenever he came in. He had no idea what time it was, how long he had been asleep, in fact, he couldn't even remember going to sleep. He could recall seeing Ben, and Ben telling him about waking up in a cave. He had asked other questions, he thought, but didn't remember the answers. And now here he was.
It was dusk, so he couldn't have been asleep long, and he was fairly sure he was only awake now because he needed to piss so badly. Walden pushed himself to his feet, body sore and cranky, and went to the flap of a door in his tent and stepped outside to both assess the scene and pee.