[He can't hold off anymore. He reaches back for the gaiter, lifting it up and then pulling the goggles down. The dark immediately eases the ache of his eyes. The hood soon follows.]

Does your world... have guns...? It's not fun... to be shot...

[His arms hug to his chest.]

I hunt... I do what I can... I can live in the woods... But I want to live... I want... There's got to be... a reason I woke up...