[His eyes follow to that spider mark, like a tattoo.

This is not a good thing. This is a bad, terrible thing. But he can't help it. He feels himself smile. He's not alone.]

Yeah... Yeah, I did...

[He pushes the goggles back down but leaves the gaiter around his neck. It's still bright out for him.]

I've been... hunting the animals... in the woods... fishing... I can't get by... on plants... so at least we... won't need to compete... for food...

I'm sorry... I'm sure it's... still terrible... but I haven't... met anyone... who's conscious like this... until now...