[He began this conversation near where he 'hatched,' in the cavern of honeycomb coffins. Kavinsky has been waging a private, internal war over whether he wants to climb back into that alien womb or not. So far 'not' has won.
And he's walking toward the Circle Gardens. He didn't become an outdoorsman until Virginia, when privacy meant finding a forest and becoming a squatter. A blessing and a curse, since Kavinsky did not normally like to be alone.]
(You drive a hard bargain, man.)
[Kavinsky is willing bait. He lets his presence leave the spool and roll out to Sam. Come on, then. He's bleeding on a fern.]
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And he's walking toward the Circle Gardens. He didn't become an outdoorsman until Virginia, when privacy meant finding a forest and becoming a squatter. A blessing and a curse, since Kavinsky did not normally like to be alone.]
( You drive a hard bargain, man. )
[Kavinsky is willing bait. He lets his presence leave the spool and roll out to Sam. Come on, then. He's bleeding on a fern.]