The sun dropped below the horizon and the purple clouds supressed the twilight to darkness more akin to the middle of the night. I crept closer to the camp and watched their cores move around or sit by the campfire. I crawled on my stomach along the ground until I could hear their voices and then lay on my side so I could watch them in the darkness.
I picked up their conversation and it sounded well worn. "I'll log out tonight and ask them what happened," one said. I could not see their faces unless they were hovering over the fire. But I could see their cores and if they moved I would know.
"Gunt's dead for sure. Do you have his contact details?"
"Yeah, I have everyone's personal except the Red Queen."
They began to share a meal and I rolled away and then began to crawl again. Once I was a safe distance away I curled up in a ditch and logged out.