Hecate: Ref :P

(lolll that's real. Sage is gonna push being healthy but yea keep him not eating for a while if u like xD)

Sage went about getting the rabbit ready, cocking his head slightly towards Jackson when the other boy spoke up. "You did," he asked, surprised. That mare was the best thing that ever happened to Jackson, he clearly lived her a lot. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I had a horse in the army...we don't get to take them with us after though," he murmured. "I'm not even sure what happened to him after we got hit." In all honesty the stallion had probably been injured, which meant he'd probably lay there on the field until someone shot him. He shuddered slightly, trying not to think about it. It only brought up more bad memories.

Once the rabbit was done and over the fire, he settled down next to Jackson with a sigh. So much had happened, to both of them. It was so odd. And he couldn't help but wonder if Jackson would react badly if he realized sage had a lot of the same problems his mom dealt with. He couldn't tell him, could he? No, he didn't think so.

Sage sort of hummed and nodded, staring into the fire, mind running. He was trying not to let it take off with him again, but he wasn't sure how well that was all working.

"Not your fault," he mused after a moment, shifting slightly with a sigh. "Do we know how cold it's supposed to get out yet once the sun goes down," he added after a moment, frowning at the sun as it looked over the edge of the horizon. It would be dark soon....and that was a bit worrying. And what about wolves and bears and stuff? They were definitely here, and they'd smell the rabbit and want it. He only had two bullets in his gun....which would t do much against that. And he'd really rather not knife fight a bear. He wasn't sure that would go well.

He snorted at Jackson's comment, nodding with an eye roll. "Tell me about it," he grumbled, but with a sort of chuckle.

Sage wrinkled his nose when Jackson mentioned the temperature, groaning slightly. "I hate the cold," he grumbled. That was something else that didn't change....he was pretty much always cold. Unless it was like eighty degrees and sunny, he was probably complaining about it being cold at some point. It was dumb, really....you'd think he'd have learned to manage it, especially with the army....but nope. He was cold all the time. And he absolutely hated it.

He moved to build the fire up with a sigh, hoping they'd stay at least somewhat warm. It would help keep animals away anyway....unless there were snakes. He didn't appreciate that thought.

Sage sort of let out a hum when Jackson called his name, looking over at him with a cocked head. He listened to his question before chuckling, alibet a bit bitterly, and nodded. "oh hell yeah," he noted with a shake of his head. "all the tattoos and piercings? They all cover up scars I don't want to see it think about," he admitted, sort of shifting his weight awkwardly.

It was stupid, he knew that....but for whatever reason getting a tattoo and watching a needle stab him thousands of times let him know he was in control of his body. At least, he tried to believe it. He couldn't control his mind, but his body was at least his. At least in that way. Once the fire was built up, he moved to sit down next to Jackson, nibbling at his lip ring again. He was nervous, he supposed...being out here. Would they even miss them? Would anyone even care? No one knew him.

Sage couldn't help but stare at Jackson, a blush spreading across his face when the other male said the tattoos looked good on him. He certainly hadn't expected that response, from anyone. "they do," he sort of asked incredulously, not entirely sure he believes him. Generally people grabbed their kids and walked the other way or crossed the street when he came along, so he wasn't very used to a positive reaction from....anyone. Besides, he hadn't done them to look cool, they were covering things up like he'd said, but they all also had meanings to them.

"They've gotta take attendance or whatever, so they'll know we're gone," he noted. The only thing was ...they'd think they were in the cave. Not miles out here, wherever they were.

When Jackson started rambling, he sort of sighed and nudged his shoulder lightly with his own. "take a deep breath," he mused, the same way he used to as kids when Jackson got nervous. "we'll be alright. There's food and water, and the weather might be chilly but it's not freezing and there's no rain coming," he pointed out. They had a fire too, so he wasn't too worried. The smoke would signal to people they were here, too. They'd be ok, as long as any large predators didn't decide they wanted to pick a fight. He was a good fighter, but couldn't do much against a wolf pack or a bear. Or a venemous snake, if they were around here and decided it wanted a spot by the fire.