[ makoto's the kind of guy to wince at the sight of worms. he can't even prepare the bait on his hook, too preoccupied with squeezing his eyes shut, and haru always filled in for his various inadequacies, helping him cope with fear and the present deficiency of courage that dwelled in him. ]

Maybe we could find a river and fish? You're right, though. With this humidity, it'll be hard to make anything last longer than a day or two.

[ not that he's all too excited with the prospects of eating anything that lived in this ecosystem, but beggars couldn't be choosers; at the very least, poisonous mushrooms probably wouldn't be a part of its daily diet. besides that, he was completely blindsided by the act of killing as a whole; he couldn't even wrap his mind around setting up a trap, much less skinning and disemboweling another living creature.

he's way too soft for this, which is nothing less than contradictory in an athlete of his stature and general physicality, but it's not like he can help being a growing guy. relying on vietnam is, again, something he shouldn't have ever had to resort to in the first place. keeping her safe is a priority, too. ]

Okay. What do you suggest we go after? I'll help with whatever you need me to, so ... I'm in your care.

[ essentially, please don't make him fight an enraged alien rhinoceros bare-handed?!?! ]