[ Throughout the day, he's heard bits and pieces about what had happened throughout the weekend. There are things that still don't make sense to him, things he can't remember or corroborate when people insist on it, just a giant leap from Thursday night to this morning when he'd opened his eyes to darkness and suffocation.

Late afternoon, after people disperse from the woods the execution was held, Natsuo did too but then he comes back. He'd gotten Dave's sword back. It hadn't killed him directly, but... Well.

He stabs it into the dirt in front of him, and then sits, a glower on his face. ]