i asked , once carter and i were in relative privacy again . im the cause of all this . his eyes were a muddy green , his hair a peculiar shade of red . rubbing his eyes , he tried to clear his vision . hunter snapped the twig in his hand . he glanced around at the rest of us , looking for us to laugh at the joke . nobody that tight would have been able to sleep no matter their exhaustion . it was unexpectedly comforting in the pitch black ; familiar and inviting . 