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Just to see if I can.

I shook my head. I have to do it, Richard.

If I can crawl down into that hole.

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

I sighed. Less and less scares me, Richard. So when I find something that does bother me, I have to test it. I have to see if I can do it.

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

I shook my head. I have to do it, Richard.

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

Then why do it?

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

To me, Richard, I have something left to prove to me.

Why? Why do you need to know that? You've proven to me and everyone here that you're tough. You don't have anything left to prove to us.

To me, Richard, I have something left to prove to me.

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.

Just to see if I can.

He shook his head. This isn't courage, Anita, this is stubbornness.

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.

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.

I shook my head. No. He's mine.

Then why do it?

I held my hand out for the flashlight.

I shook my head. I have to do it, Richard.

Why? He studied my face like he'd memorize it.

He shook his head. This isn't courage, Anita, this is stubbornness.

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