Lawrence can now hold his head up a little higher than yesterday. To be quite honest, I am proud of him. It is very hard to lose a countryman, but it is worse trying to get back from the awful things that go through the head.

  "Do you want to hunt?" I eventually asked him, giving him a rifle.

  It always helped me, so why wouldn't it him? Of course, I was born with a bit more wealth than he was, so he probably never had the time.

  We went through a small stretch of woods and began to get whatever came our way. After all this, we got about fifty pounds worth of food. It would be enough for all of us for the day and the next one if we use it correctly.

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  "Thank you," Lawrence told me after we got back to camp.

  "For what?" I couldn't help but question, "I didn't do anything worth thanking."

  "You took my mind off of everything that's been going on. Sometimes, I really need things like that. I might be bright and sunny everyday to you, but inside my head can be much different. I just want you to know that, so you know what's been going on," he informed me.

  I nodded, "Of course. I would never count against it. That goes on in my head too. I know how things like this work out. You will eventually recover. You will just have to wait."

  "You never recovered," Lawrence sparked.

  I shook my head, "I lost a lot of people. All at the same time. I'll never be the same, but I guess I don't remember being the same in the first place. I don't think there's a problem with that, yet we all know there is. One day, we'll forget about all this."

  He sighed, "No. We never will. We'll remember this until we're to our graves. Then, after. You'll remember me telling you this, that's for sure."