Fragmented...

“Look,“she said slowly, as the moon rose behind her, all round and full like something beyond comprehension. Time was stopped and sped up, nature and darkness blowing by in a blur of majesty, while her voice and movements came along like an avalanche in slow motion. “We’ll be lucky to get out the other side of this unscathed. Bad times are looming.”
“Unscathed?” I thought. “I’d count us as incredibly lucky if we got through this anything short of knee deep in blood.” Unscathed sounded so much cleaner, preferable, optimistic...