[He's trying. It just seems less and less important, and maybe if Josh were thinking more clearly he'd realize that's an effect of the spirit too, sapping his will to fight its pull. But he's not thinking clearly at all, he's hungry and pissed off and it's not Chris' fault - but it kind of is, too.
He moves a little, restless. He wants to be gone. He wants to be hunting, and the thought of that is seductive even while part of him is aware it shouldn't be, he should resist it.]
Sure. I'm a problem right now.
[It's getting harder to string words together as the wendigo takes him over, so Josh can't find a way to form the concepts he might otherwise - resentment, anger at always being the problem, at the way they all act around him these days. And it's his own fault, maybe, but it doesn't feel like it is, and right now he can't even express that. All he can do is think about tearing into something warm and bloody and finally not being hungry anymore.]
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He moves a little, restless. He wants to be gone. He wants to be hunting, and the thought of that is seductive even while part of him is aware it shouldn't be, he should resist it.]
Sure. I'm a problem right now.
[It's getting harder to string words together as the wendigo takes him over, so Josh can't find a way to form the concepts he might otherwise - resentment, anger at always being the problem, at the way they all act around him these days. And it's his own fault, maybe, but it doesn't feel like it is, and right now he can't even express that. All he can do is think about tearing into something warm and bloody and finally not being hungry anymore.]