100 [100]Memories.

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.