Day Six Hundred Fifty Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

At first, the Captain refused to budge last night. Not for any reason that I could see as to his ability to move or not, he clearly was hail and hearty. But I suspected he wanted to make things easier for Elijah.

We all know Elijah has been fasting for a month now and that he hasn’t yet declared when he plans to stop. But, as I pointed out, neither has he made any complaints. He just keeps plodding on. No stumbling, not even faltering.

In fact, while the Captain and I were discussing this. Elijah just took off and it was all we could do to catch up and to stay caught up.

He also determined when we halted.

Day Six Hundred Thirty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Though we could see our way by the light of the stars, our progress was slow. By a great measure our pace improved with the rising of the moon.

It was otherworldly to watch my companions’ shadows ascending and descending the contours of the land as I followed in their wake. Our silhouettes only recognizable half the time.

We were all still energetic with the coming of day, so we pressed on. Only stopping when the heat drained our resolve.

The Captain did well, so we no longer harbor apprehensions about his ability to keep up. And I marvel at Elijah’s constitution. I do believe he could easily outdistance us all.

Turned in without a morsel, but not really fasting.

Day Ninety Nine PM #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle does not know that I’ve seen him do it. If he can do it just for himself, he can do it for the both of us.

My problem is how to ask him. I have a sense that he will protect himself by just denying it.  But that won’t get us anywhere.

Maybe if I knew why he hides that ability, it would make it easier to ask.

But…

If I am projecting the reasoning behind my actions upon him, it’s like we are cut from the same cloth. I can understand his reticence.

He may have no more control over it than I do over those things that disappear when I perceive that they threaten our well being.