Anson
Falco wanted to go on, was insisting that they go on. But Anson wanted to go back. He for once did not seek comfort in either Gorby or Lira. They would probably want to continue, anyway. A feeling of shame crept over him when he realized how terrified he was, how much he was hoping they would go back to Bree. Gorby and Lira were so brave. So long as someone was in danger they would continue.
It wasn't that Anson didn't care about the danger this person was in, whoever he was (see, there he was trying to rescue someone when he didn't even know the name), but he did care about his family and his home and he wanted to go back to them. He didn't want to see anymore death. He hadn't left to rescue this person in the first place, he had gone to accompany Gorby because he was Gorby's friend.
Gorby's friend...
Gorby would be wishing to go on, Anson knew that. To look at him now he looked as though he wanted to go back. They all probably wanted to go back, things were so dreadful. But Gorby was just as noble as the others. He wanted to go back but he wouldn't until their mission met with either success or failure. If he did go back, he would regret it for the rest of his life. But Anson knew he wouldn't regret it. Or would he? Would he regret leaving Gorby to himself and without a real hobbit friend?
Anson dropped his head. A great weariness came over him, and he didn't want to hear anymore talk about whether they should go back or not. He did want to think about it. Stifling a despairing groan, he closed his ears and mind to everything.
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