[ Hickey wakes with a violent gasp, and at first, he's sure he's back in the arctic. The chill, the snow... He scrambles to his feet, disoriented, grasping for the knife no longer in his belt, ready to fight whatever's coming next.
But after a moment, he realizes what's most important here: He's alive. He may not understand how or have the faintest idea where he's landed, but he's alive.
He chuckles, a low snicker at first that blooms into a full laugh, tilting his head back to take in the sky. His brand of luck is truly deranged, but it's luck nonetheless. ]
What a miracle.
[ He sounds far too proud of himself. Who wants to hit him with a rock? ]
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But after a moment, he realizes what's most important here: He's alive. He may not understand how or have the faintest idea where he's landed, but he's alive.
He chuckles, a low snicker at first that blooms into a full laugh, tilting his head back to take in the sky. His brand of luck is truly deranged, but it's luck nonetheless. ]
What a miracle.
[ He sounds far too proud of himself. Who wants to hit him with a rock? ]