As Nimo drove the truck to the medic bay in the town, Sunshine replayed the scenes from the battle in her mind. Her eyes were narrowed as she thought through everything that they could have done better.
"What do you think of our fight against the tentacle beast?" She asked Nimo.
Nimo looked at Sunshine. Her friend was staring ahead; it was impossible to tell what she was thinking. "We fought well." She replied cheerfully. "We beat the watchers at their game. If we keep this up, we will all make it alive to the fifth year."
Sunshine did not respond immediately.
"We did fight well," she said at last, her voice calm but edged with weight. "But we were all over the place. Every move we made was in response to the creature's movements or adaptation. It dictated the battle, not us.
When the limbs started regrowing, we prepared to use the same methods to fight even though they had failed us already."
