Lyl is struggling with physical strain, with mental torture, and emotional distraught. A sense of duty alone keeps panic at bay, and forces her on, though she'd rather stop.
She would rather stop and never leave. She'd rather stop before the barge, before the home of her friend, and she keeps going on, knowing that she will be miserable the further she goes.
Some things are absolutely unpleasant, but must be done. Some things will weary you to your bones, to your soul, and exhaust your very mind of thought, yet you soldier on, and though your plod slows, you never cease until you finish what you must.
Lyl is driven now, where before she would not listen, now she has seen the error of her procrastination. Guilt is a harsh taskmaster.
Lyl has learned what many teenagers do not learn until they are adults; that listening might have saved them much grief and hardship. But then, Lyl has always been young and foolhardy... (just like I was at her age).
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