[It happens. He's aware of bending his knees before he sits down, hard, at the base of the tree, but a part of him is ready to give up the ghost. He runs his hands over his face, through a day's worth of sweat and dirt, before looking at the fish again.
Where had this thing gotten? And why? And why is it out here in the forest?
God, what the hell?]
For me? You shouldn't have. In between running for my life from man-eating corpses, I didn't bring you anything.
[At least one of them is still capable of finding food and keeping himself alive.]
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Where had this thing gotten? And why? And why is it out here in the forest?
God, what the hell?]
For me? You shouldn't have. In between running for my life from man-eating corpses, I didn't bring you anything.
[At least one of them is still capable of finding food and keeping himself alive.]