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(Some time later, on a rise in the road. Spondule stands astride the bike. Navichet looks out through the telescope. The road continues beyond. The Bleach still comes up against its left side. An enormous wall of pale stone crosses it, with a shattered section the road passes through)

SPONDULE: We-- we were right to leave, weren’t we?

NAVICHET: (lowering the telescope) There is no way to know.

SPONDULE: (beginning to ride again) Feels like running away.