The pair made decent progress on their trek toward the Land of Wind. Kenta had been at full alert as they traveled. No matter how skilled Chaz was, if they weren't careful, something as simple as a sharpened rock could take them down. The pair stopped within the forest, the air was steamy as if it were trapped in by the tree branches. The sounds of singing insects filled the forest with a welcome white noise. It made their approach and actions hard to hear but it shrouded possible enemies just as well.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> "We stop here for the night." </span>Chaz said flatly. Kenta watched as he scuffled about here and there, retrieving supplies and setting down materials for a fire. Kenta took the pleasure of arranging the materials into a decent pit. When Chaz had returned with a rabbit, Kenta had already cleared out a decent area for  the two to sit around the fire. He looked up at Chaz from his spot, a prideful gleam in his eyes.<br/><br/>"Like it? I call it Kenta Style: Fire Starting Jutsu" he declared theatrically before rolling a twig between his hands at lightning speed to demonstrate.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Dinner will be rabbit stew."</span>Chaz said as he began making preparations. Kenta couldn't hide his amusement "You uhh, got a p-" before he could even manage to finish his statement, Chaz had retrieved a pot. Kenta nodded his head, quite impressed with Chaz's forethought. "So fancy," Kenta remarked with sing-songy interest before taking a spot next to Chaz.<br/><br/>"I'm helpin'" he declared as he looked over all their ingredients. He took a tin of water and set it to boil over the fire as Chaz worked to skin the rabbit, he worked on snapping the tubers and vegetables with his hands next and set the medley in the water to simmer. The work was calming, therapeutic even. The two sat wordlessly listening to the crackle of the fire and the slowly retreating sound of the singing insects. Kenta could only think to describe it as cozy.<br/><br/>"Hey Chaz?" Kenta spoke up, his voice sounded out of place "Do you think..." he wasn't searching for the words but trying to keep himself from speaking them "If you could forget the people that are gone, would you do it?" he let the thought hang for a moment. The insects had seemed to all but cease their singing.<br/><br/>"It hurts when people we love die," the words were so simplistic, so common knowledge yet he felt they needed to be said "It hurts so much knowing that they've been taken and this world demands we keep moving forward like they never existed." his eyes had settled on the crackling fire.<br/><br/>"But we memorialize them so that they don't fade away, we remember them, we think about them even though it hurts. Wouldn't it be easier to just forget?" it sounded like he was talking to himself now.<br/><br/>"Shouldn't it be easier?"