[ what Johnny doesn't know can't hurt him...! Just kidding: he can attempt to ignore all he wants, but he's already assumed the worst (that Gen watched and thought he was embarrassing and pathetic) and will simply stuff that feeling deep inside, where it can ferment with the rest of his self-loathing. It's nothing new; he doesn't bat an eye, continuing to arrange the campfire and hoping Gen at least doesn't bring it up. The wood - or "wood," really - is starting to take on a more pyramidal shape.

Gen's comments are far from friendly, but they resonate. He grunts. ]

I guess it was too much to hope people would get their shit sorted. I figured maybe we'd have gotten some divine revelation from the oracles or somethin'.

[ the sound of the bug's legs popping off is rather disgusting, but Johnny has forced himself to get used to it, by this point. ]