i don't think the day will make a difference when we don't know anything.

[There's something soothing and hollow in the click of keys. He doesn't know how to convey that whatever is going on out there seems pale and distant. Least of his problems. It's probably just him, going around and around in his own head, where nobody else can hear.]

... we won't get eaten.

[He's not sure where that conviction comes from either, but it comes fully formed.]