`` i 'm gon na get us off this mountain . there is so much of nothing . and if you already gots some you can make it grow . he focused on hearing that whisper of fabric on fabric . her voice changes from exasperated to concerned , as if it dawns on her , mid-breath , that i really do n't view this situation through the same lens that she does . his black hair is a sweaty mess on his forehead and his dark eyes are wide in the dim light . 