Sorata continued. At that point he could hardly speak anymore, both verbally and mentally. He was becoming exhausted, reaching the brim of wanting to just call it quits and fall over dead. Way too tired to care about how long he had come, or the distance he had left to go. Several things passed through his mind, which rambled on and on to the voice that had addressed him. Among those were ‘water,’ ‘hot,’ and ‘tired,’ repeated as a mantra.
“I can’t go on anymore, voice. Not kidding. There’s not enough stamina in me to go any farther.”
He raised a sleeve to wipe his forehead. His expression was long, almost sorrowful. Pathetic. His eyes were drooping, dark circles forming under them. His skin was more pale than it had been, coupled with a harsh sunburn that caused his epidermis to start flaking. It was ironic, and almost tragically amusing, that the results of being under the sun gave him the exact opposite results that one would seek from a tanning bed.
“Then lay over and die.”
The words resonated with him. A slight depression now accompanied his anger, because he realized once again that the possibility of death was a very real one. There were mixed emotions involved, several of them overlapping the other from that simple statement, but Sorata didn’t have the brain power to register them fully. All he processed was rage. “What the f.uck is your problem? How does that encourage me or help me at all?”
“You might as well be dead if you can’t push yourself through this. Nature is not an opponent; it is an obstacle. You can overcome it. Everything so far has proved that. Never put limits on yourself. If you do, it will infect everything else about your life until you’re a miserable person. With you, and with me, there are no limits. Plateaus exist, but you must go beyond them. If you die, then die exceeding your plateau. Not by whining like a sniveling pansy.”
Sorata became supercharged over the words. He respected them, but even so, it caused his anger level to rise like steam from a tea kettle. From that point on, he picked himself up and fought through the pain. He charged through the desert, pulling his feet from the thick sands every time and not allowing his aching calves and feet deter him from reaching his next goal. “God damn you,” he gasped out in a gruff hiss.