Of course the fucking asshole doesn't just follow his advice. Of course he starts blathering nonsense again (just... in a strangely strangled tone this time). That's what this guy does. Because this guy is one perpetual pain in the ass.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He's talking about nothing. He's afraid and he's dribbling words the way a lot of guys dribble words just to keep from full-on panicking.
Only... Only none of this makes sense. This place, their being here. There's that unusual scent and the tint of color everywhere that's just not right. He's not dreaming. They were just in the library. None of this should be possible.... Shit. Shit, the cracks are showing through now, it's hard to think of this only as the jungle now, and if it's not the jungle then what is it? Ah, Christ, it doesn't make any sense and he...
Shit. He has to get ahold of himself. Whatever this place is, it's got the guy caught in quicksand (does it?) and none of his talk about baggage or impressionable leaves (was that what the fuck he'd said? this guy, fuck, this guy's beginning to remind Willard of someone he'd meant here, or the equivalent of here, or... fuck, it's all getting twisted) changes that.
"Hey. Would you please just get on your back? It's the only way out. I know we didn't start off on the right foot, and I still think you're a pain in the ass, but I'm not bullshitting you."
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"I don't know what you're talking about." He's talking about nothing. He's afraid and he's dribbling words the way a lot of guys dribble words just to keep from full-on panicking.
Only... Only none of this makes sense. This place, their being here. There's that unusual scent and the tint of color everywhere that's just not right. He's not dreaming. They were just in the library. None of this should be possible.... Shit. Shit, the cracks are showing through now, it's hard to think of this only as the jungle now, and if it's not the jungle then what is it? Ah, Christ, it doesn't make any sense and he...
Shit. He has to get ahold of himself. Whatever this place is, it's got the guy caught in quicksand (does it?) and none of his talk about baggage or impressionable leaves (was that what the fuck he'd said? this guy, fuck, this guy's beginning to remind Willard of someone he'd meant here, or the equivalent of here, or... fuck, it's all getting twisted) changes that.
"Hey. Would you please just get on your back? It's the only way out. I know we didn't start off on the right foot, and I still think you're a pain in the ass, but I'm not bullshitting you."