Guess you're not wrong, for the most part. Been plenty of things I haven't wanted to stick around for, but I've done it anyway.
[He won't talk about anything he doesn't want to, though. Not unless he absolutely has to.
He looks over at the spider, watches the way it moves, and then shakes his head.]
No. It wasn't a spider. It... I can't explain it any better than saying it looked like the trees were moving. Like whatever was in there knew how to blend in.
[He lifts his rifle and watches the spider through his scope. No... the way it scuttles between the trees is all wrong.]
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[Sort of.]
Guess you're not wrong, for the most part. Been plenty of things I haven't wanted to stick around for, but I've done it anyway.
[He won't talk about anything he doesn't want to, though. Not unless he absolutely has to.
He looks over at the spider, watches the way it moves, and then shakes his head.]
No. It wasn't a spider. It... I can't explain it any better than saying it looked like the trees were moving. Like whatever was in there knew how to blend in.
[He lifts his rifle and watches the spider through his scope. No... the way it scuttles between the trees is all wrong.]