They ask too many questions, always asking questions. Why this, why that, how that and how this. The same questions, over and over, different words from a different mouth. Why? How? Why? How? What? When? Where? --Remember to answer!
They ask if I remember. --I don't. Remember! Remember! Who am I? Do you know my name? --No! Why would I know? Who are you?
Remember.
Remember.
No more questions. -The meat was rotten and the wine sour. The fire, it's missed, I should build my own.
They try to laugh again, but they can't fool me. I know this path from the camp. The stone is here. The dear, good, loyal stone with the comfortable moss.
There's a noise. Shut up, Benjamin, I am listening. The forest, it yells, it's in pain? No, it's fooling me. I hear an arrow whistling, the snap of the bowstring. No, there is no one there. You will not trick me again! There is no one there.
"Tell yer joke then, Benjamin."
I listen. It's a horrible joke. He doesn't know how to tell good jokes. Knows only the one about the swine and hats. -Swine and hats! It's stupid.
He's insulted again, he's gone off. You're going the wrong way. Dammit Benjamin! The other way! Never listens, never learns.
There's still something out there.
No.
There's nothing.
