After...all of that, Brett returns to sit in the garden. He's beneath a tree, knees drawn up to his chest, sort of watching Blake Bortles swim around in the pool and sort of just...staring blankly into space. It has been one day since four people died and today has already been so much!
[Eventually, he rallies. Picking himself up, he wanders off to check out the new areas.
The aquarium is obviously interesting. Not so much for the living fish; he normally likes aquariums, but after being here for so long, it's sort of lost its appeal? But he figures someone must be feeding these guys something, and after a bit of digging...yes! A big freezer full of some kind of raw dead fish!]
I would've thought this was gross before.
[His personal metric for what's gross and what's bearable is shifting a bit lately for some mysterious reason? He tosses Blake a fish.
Later in the evening, he goes out without Blake. He'll just be laying on the ground in the arboretum, staring up at the tree branches. It's all wrong: fruit trees, a temperate environment. Unfocus his eyes a little, though, and it could almost be like home. Like the woods.
After a while, he'll get up and walk through the trees for a little while - investigating, sort of. How cultivated is it in here, still?]
INVESTIGATION
After...all of that, Brett returns to sit in the garden. He's beneath a tree, knees drawn up to his chest, sort of watching Blake Bortles swim around in the pool and sort of just...staring blankly into space. It has been one day since four people died and today has already been so much!
He's humming slightly, under his breath:]
To live is to feel every ache that you feel...
[Eventually, he rallies. Picking himself up, he wanders off to check out the new areas.
The aquarium is obviously interesting. Not so much for the living fish; he normally likes aquariums, but after being here for so long, it's sort of lost its appeal? But he figures someone must be feeding these guys something, and after a bit of digging...yes! A big freezer full of some kind of raw dead fish!]
I would've thought this was gross before.
[His personal metric for what's gross and what's bearable is shifting a bit lately for some mysterious reason? He tosses Blake a fish.
Later in the evening, he goes out without Blake. He'll just be laying on the ground in the arboretum, staring up at the tree branches. It's all wrong: fruit trees, a temperate environment. Unfocus his eyes a little, though, and it could almost be like home. Like the woods.
After a while, he'll get up and walk through the trees for a little while - investigating, sort of. How cultivated is it in here, still?]