It was brilliant and elegant in its simplicity. Kyle had misunderstood Louisa's intentions at first. He assumed her message was intended for the Program overseer. Thankfully it was meant for just the two of them.
Kyle nodded his head in agreement. He then destroyed the message by smudging the dirt with his foot. "We better get going, it's definitely not safe here anymore. But before that..."
He removed his jacket one last time, went over to Carlyle, and removed his final shirt. He gently placed it over the boy's body, covering Carlyle's head. He then knelt, took his hand once more, and bowed his head. "God, if you're listening, tell my brother here that he can rest easy. He's done his part."
With that he put on the jacket the organizers gave him again. It was funny that each time he did so, he resented it. Having to put it back on just to keep warm. He still did, to an extent because it was a symbol for the bastards that put him here. But knowing it was the last time he would remove it and put it back on was funny. He felt cold underneath it, no more of his own shirts to keep him warm.
But it wasn't the kind of cold that his fallen comrades had known.
That, he hoped, would come at a time of his own choosing.
"Well, time to get moving again." He went where his feet took him. He didn't know where he was going, and for once he didn't care. He just went along his way.
((Kyle Williams continued in Earthen Spirit