I followed Bryann through our growing camp, he led me to a tent where I heard things crashing and shattering. I turned to Bryann, “If he’s angry why do I have to deal with him?” His voice was mournful, “You're the one who was there.” he turned and left.
As I entered the large tent yelling started, “I'm not going hunting ever again! You can't make me!” The room was destroyed with a table flipped and many things torn or broken, Kat crossed her arms, “You're one of only experienced hunters! You can't let us starve!”
I felt frustration rising in my chest, “That's enough, Kat!” I didn't want her to continue guilt tripping him, but I could tell they were both on the verge of tears. Kat huffed, storming past me out of the tent.
Brent collapsed on the ground, his face tucked into his hands, “Please don't make me hunt… please don't… I don't want to anymore!” his voice was frail and shook, “I don't want to go back there…” I sat down beside him in the middle of the destroyed tent, “Brent, I’m not going to make you do anything.”
He looked up from his hands at me, his face lit up as if he realized who I was. His eyes were red and full of tears, he leaned towards me wrapping his arms tight around my body. I let him sob into my chest, “Why?” I wrapped my arms around him, “Why what?”
He turned his face so he could talk clearly even though his voice still shook, “Why do I cry so much? I want to help everyone but I can't!” He tucked his face back into my jacket, I thought for a moment on my response, “It’s normal to cry, good in a way actually. If you release your...