How do you see it?

// the anesthetic never set in and i'm wondering where the apathy and urgency is that i thought i phoned in
it's not so pleasant and it's not so conventional, it sure as hell ain't normal but we deal, we deal //

This is bullshit. Maybe he should have just left the hunting to Sunjata, maybe he shouldn’t have gone off all cocksure, but there was just something in him that couldn’t stop, that needed to do this. Needed to run into the jungle like he stood a chance in the twist and tangle, like he wouldn’t be lost immediately.

All for a fucking ramphire.

Nate’s past the part where he takes out his rage on trees he passes back, his hands a twitchy mess at his sides as he stomps through underbrush, not in the mood to be quiet until he hears a voice. All at once he falls still, he creeps through the dense vegetation to get a look at the other stupid soul to be this far in the middle of nowhere.

It’s just a kid. But Nate doesn’t breathe yet, even if he does step out of the greenery, suspicious gaze on the stranger. There’s a moment of sullen irritation on his face, there and gone in an instant, whisked away by a manic grin. “Warn a guy next time, huh? S’how you get jumped in a place like this.”

// can't take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid
sit back, relax, sit back, relapse again //

NATE