The pair trudged onward. They believed their legs would ache by now but it was their souls that ached first. The journey was long. Soon enough, they would meet their creator, Maidyn. Being all that was left of humanity, there was nothing for them to fix, to make, to go on for. So it was time to return. 

Hudson sniffed before he spoke, on each occasion. It was as if each sniff was a thought that he breathed in, machinating in his cells and expelling it vocally.