Rhone has always made sure he looks like the composed individual who is scared of nothing. He finds that if he appears calm, cool, and collected, then so does everyone else. If he begins to show his fear, then panic sets in and all will be lost from there. So not unlike any other day, Rhone is trying to appear as though nothing is bothering him, that he is not scared.
But truth is, he is terrified. He hates being in the forest alone because he knows what lives in dark forests. He knows there are things out there that can harm him, that he is probably safer by the lake than in the forest. And yet, the cries for help do not stop. They do not quiet. He knows he needs to continue forward in order for his conscious to be clear. If he does nothing and the cries for help are replaced with the silence of a body, Rhone could never forgive himself.
So even as the fog begins to roll in, Rhone knows that he must continue forward. He knows that somewhere there is someone asking for aid. He hopes it is real, but he knows it could be a trap. So even as he tries to sort through all the different cries and wails, he continues forward. He doesn’t let the calls of the dead rattle him, his inability to see to falter his steps. He continues onward just as he has been, even though every bone in his body is begging for him to run.
Rhone chooses to go forward.
