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It's been three nights. Three very frustrating nights of no sleep, followed by either fighting or advancing the line and re-digging in or any of a number of other things that just add to the stress and exhaustion piling on Gilbert's shoulders. For one, the guy two foxholes down? Snores. Loudly. It's amazing he hasn't given away their position, or that anyone else on this half of the continent can sleep. Never mind the fact that when he has to work with the other Sentinels, they mock him. Not just for his taste in Guides or the fact that he's got to be a hopeless romantic if the stories about Arthur just falling into his arms foxhole are true. But for other things. And never mind the fact that he just knows he's going to end up getting in a fight one of these days.
So what finally made him snap? Was it the tiredness? The hazing? The fact that he felt horribly empty and lonely?
No. The last straw was when he could hear the earthworms burrowing through the dirt behind his head. At which point he promptly packed up what gear he had out, and slipped out of his foxhole. Because no. He was not dealing with that. He felt like death warmed over already. He was going to go insane or kill himself or something if he didn't get some sleep. Gilbert did have enough presence of mind to let his squad leader know where he was going, but beyond that?
Well, he still doesn't quite know how he got past the sentry, or how he got into the tent Arthur was said to be in without being noticed, but as soon as he's in there, Gilbert is shedding his extra crap and sitting down to take off his boots.
So what finally made him snap? Was it the tiredness? The hazing? The fact that he felt horribly empty and lonely?
No. The last straw was when he could hear the earthworms burrowing through the dirt behind his head. At which point he promptly packed up what gear he had out, and slipped out of his foxhole. Because no. He was not dealing with that. He felt like death warmed over already. He was going to go insane or kill himself or something if he didn't get some sleep. Gilbert did have enough presence of mind to let his squad leader know where he was going, but beyond that?
Well, he still doesn't quite know how he got past the sentry, or how he got into the tent Arthur was said to be in without being noticed, but as soon as he's in there, Gilbert is shedding his extra crap and sitting down to take off his boots.
