As I held the metal fox mask in my hands...you could say I felt sad.
Although it looked a lot different from my normal mask, which was just a plain metal mask, the truth still was, it was a mask.
And I didn't want to wear such a thing again.
I didn't want to feel the cold and painful sensation of the mask against my scalded face.
...my face wasn't as deformed now but I still didn't want to conceal it.
Not anymore.
I had done so for years.
I tossed the mask back to Alex and said.
"I don't need it."
The effects of it wouldn't help me greatly anyway.
"You scared of foxes or something?"
He asked, but I laughed inwardly.
'I wish that was the reason.'
I truly do.
I wish that just a fear of a certain animal was the reason.
But unfortunately, it wasn't so.
"I just don't need it."
I said to him and then continued to walk back to our camp.
We had found a cliff with a cave at the bottom and had decided to camp there.
Alex and I had come this far only to do reconnaissance.
