[Ferran is in the midst of his digging when Joshua approaches, hand gripped around a stubborn piece of drywall he's attempting to move aside. He pauses for several seconds, long enough for one to think that maybe he doesn't plan to respond, but in truth he's struggling to keep it together enough to offer the barest reply.
His voice is quiet, hardly above a whisper; it's the most he can do through the tightening of his throat.]
Thanks.
[He resumes his movements almost immediately, barely managing to shift the rubble with the singular arm he can currently use, but making progress nonetheless. There's a desperate stubbornness in the process, even though he isn't rushing it; this goal, this search is all he has left of his family.]
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His voice is quiet, hardly above a whisper; it's the most he can do through the tightening of his throat.]
Thanks.
[He resumes his movements almost immediately, barely managing to shift the rubble with the singular arm he can currently use, but making progress nonetheless. There's a desperate stubbornness in the process, even though he isn't rushing it; this goal, this search is all he has left of his family.]