[Why? How can he explain something that is entirely irrational? Though it made sense at the time. It always does. But the very fact someone is here, and talking to him, already makes it easier to think. He lets his head fall back against the tree.]
It was too quiet. And dark. Dark and too quiet.
[His voice becomes tinier and tinier as he realizes how stupid that sounds. But it was being lost again, and he felt them watching, and he needed to know that it wasn't real. Or that it was.]
[Action, June 24]
It was too quiet. And dark. Dark and too quiet.
[His voice becomes tinier and tinier as he realizes how stupid that sounds. But it was being lost again, and he felt them watching, and he needed to know that it wasn't real. Or that it was.]
Doesn't matter, does it.