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Oh no! Alex Sheathes has been trapped and captured! Spoilers below!
It’s no secret I’m a huge fan of Alex and when he sacrificed himself so Lena could make it to the wilds, I was crushed. His fate still weighs heavily on my mind and I’m actually a little nervous to find out just what happened to him. I hope things weren’t as horrible as I am imagining.
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How peaceful do the wilds look here? I’d run into these woods with Alex any day!
“It must be nice to be in the Wilds right now,” I blurt out, just for something to say. Alex turns to look at me, and I stammer quickly, “I mean—it must be cooler there. Because of all the trees and shade.”
“It is.” He props himself up on one elbow. For a second Alex doesn’t say anything, but I can feel him watching me. “We could go there,” he says at last. I think he must be joking, so I start to laugh. He stays quiet, though, and when I open my eyes I see his face is totally composed. “We could go if you want to.”
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At first glance, if someone asked you whether you’d rather live in Delirium-world Portland or free in The Wilds, you’d say, “The Wilds!” obviously, right? But when you think about it more closely, the answer may not be quite as clear. Here’s a little case for Portland!
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– Plenty of food and water
– Daily comforts
– You can live a normal life
– Beautifully paved streets
– Incredible ocean view
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– Starving all the time
– Constantly moving
– Under attack every second
– Risk of dying: High
– Freezing winters without warmth
– Uncertain future
– Hard work, just to stay alive
Be HONEST: Would you be willing to give up everything you own to live a life of struggle out in the wilderness, just so you can love and be free?
Into the wilds. The scene Alex recites forbidden poetry to Lena and the Poem from Elizabeth Barrett Brown. Beautiful. With thanks to ice-ridden for the drawing!
How do I love thee? Let me count the
I love thee to the depth and
breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,
I love thee with the breath,Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.