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Because it scares me, and I have to know if I can.

I held my hand out for the flashlight.

Then why do it?

Why? and his voice held the first hint of anger, like a slap of warmth.

If I can crawl down into that hole.

He shook his head. I let this happen. I'll get him out.

He shook his head. I let this happen. I'll get him out.

He shook his head. I let this happen. I'll get him out.

Because it scares me, and I have to know if I can.

Why? and his voice held the first hint of anger, like a slap of warmth.

I held my hand out for the flashlight.

If I can crawl down into that hole.

Just to see if I can.

I shook my head. I'm not competing with you, Richard, or anyone else. I don't give a shit who's better or faster or braver.

Why do you have to be the toughest, the bravest? Why can't you, just once, let me do something for you? Going down in the hole doesn't scare me. Let me do this for you. Please. His voice was still soft, and he was leaning into me enough so that I could smell the drying blood on him, the richness of fresh blood in his mouth, as if some small cut had not healed completely.

Just to see if I can.

He clutched the flashlight tighter. Why? And somehow I thought the question was about more than the oubliette and why I had to climb inside it.

He knelt beside me and spoke softly, I can smell your fear. I know you don't like close places.

I stared back into the hole and let myself acknowledge just how afraid I was. So afraid that I could taste something flat and metallic on my tongue. So afraid that my pulse was hammering in my throat, like a trapped thing. My voice came out calm, normal. I was glad. It doesn't matter that I'm afraid. I touched the flashlight, tried to pull it from his hand, but he held on. And, short of playing tug of war -- which I would probably lose -- I wasn't getting it away from him.

I held my hand out for the flashlight.

Why? and the anger was more than a faint hint now.

I shrugged. Maybe, but I still have to do it.

And I can taste fresh blood on yours, but I have to do it because it scares me.

Give me the flashlight, Richard.

I shrugged. Maybe, but I still have to do it.

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