[He wishes he could argue, but he can't; the wendigo event was definitely the longest of the sustained threats here, with the burial event only--although 'only' is somewhat relative here--lasting three days. Back home, their first encounter with the wendigos had actually only been a few hours for him, as he and some of the others had been facing a completely different threat for the first portion of the night.
So he can't argue from experience, though he still isn't sure he agrees. Yes, something like starvation would be enormously stressful, but exhaustion and injuries and the terror of hours or nonstop fighting to survive are as well and he's not sure if there would be a lot of difference. Hopefully he won't have to find out.
The mention of the trauma of the wendigo event catches his attention though, and that he definitely agrees with it. It had been horrific, for many reasons, and it being the second go around for him hadn't made it any less so. Just different.
But her mentioning it is an opening, although he's not entirely sure how much of one.]
Yeah, maybe.
[He pauses a few more seconds, suddenly tempted for another drink, but shifts his gaze from the glass back to Maketh again.]
But um... About the wendigo thing...
[He trails off, not intentionally but because he's trying to decide how much to say.]
I'm gonna guess talking isn't like, your thing, but if you ever want to... I mean, I know how hard it is to...
[It's hard to even say it, and his gaze keeps flickering back to the table as he struggles to keep his voice steady.]
How hard it is to make the choice that you did. So like... No judgement, or whatever.
[He hasn't talked at all about the similar circumstance he'd gone through--hasn't even told anyone other than the people that were there for it--but it's more important that she knows there's someone she can talk to that truly understands, than for him to keep quiet just because it's difficult to think about.]
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So he can't argue from experience, though he still isn't sure he agrees. Yes, something like starvation would be enormously stressful, but exhaustion and injuries and the terror of hours or nonstop fighting to survive are as well and he's not sure if there would be a lot of difference. Hopefully he won't have to find out.
The mention of the trauma of the wendigo event catches his attention though, and that he definitely agrees with it. It had been horrific, for many reasons, and it being the second go around for him hadn't made it any less so. Just different.
But her mentioning it is an opening, although he's not entirely sure how much of one.]
Yeah, maybe.
[He pauses a few more seconds, suddenly tempted for another drink, but shifts his gaze from the glass back to Maketh again.]
But um... About the wendigo thing...
[He trails off, not intentionally but because he's trying to decide how much to say.]
I'm gonna guess talking isn't like, your thing, but if you ever want to... I mean, I know how hard it is to...
[It's hard to even say it, and his gaze keeps flickering back to the table as he struggles to keep his voice steady.]
How hard it is to make the choice that you did. So like... No judgement, or whatever.
[He hasn't talked at all about the similar circumstance he'd gone through--hasn't even told anyone other than the people that were there for it--but it's more important that she knows there's someone she can talk to that truly understands, than for him to keep quiet just because it's difficult to think about.]