Kirk was sitting across from me, both of us tearing into the freshly cooked meat he'd hunted earlier. The crackling fire between us filled the air with a smoky aroma, mixing with the wild scent of the forest. He looked like he was savoring every bite, jaw working rhythmically, chewing that meat as if it was the last meal he'd ever get in his life. The grease on his lips shimmered under the firelight, and the popping sound from the burning wood gave our quiet meal a strange sense of peace amidst all the madness.
"You know," he finally said, his mouth half full, "I've gotta say… what you're planning is really, really, really bold. Like, I can't even believe you had the guts to suggest something that insane." He took another bite, shaking his head like he was chewing over my sanity rather than the meat.
"You think it's impossible too?" I asked him, leaning back a bit, poking at the fire with a stick while watching the sparks rise into the dark sky.
