Bêbado ou apenas bebendo, Skye passou muitas horas tentando não pensar na caçada, sobre a arma e Andrew Lockwood, sobre qualquer coisa. She had drunk to get loaded, to get wasted, to get happy, to get sad, because she loved the taste, because she was against killing animals, because her husband liked rough sex, because she had nightmares about snakes under her tent, because her father had stopped loving her, because she hated Swan Lake, because she had gone to Redhawk, because she was mad at her mother for offering to trade her life for Caroline's, because Skye herself had killed a man dead.
(Drunk or just drinking, Skye had passed many hours trying not to think about the hunt, about the gun and Andrew Lockwood, about any of it. She had drunk to get loaded, to get wasted, to get happy, to get sad, because she loved the taste, because she was against killing animals, because her husband liked rough sex, because she had nightmares about snakes under her tent, because her father had stopped loving her, because she hated Swan Lake, because she had gone to Redhawk, because she was mad at her mother for offering to trade her life for Caroline's, because Skye herself had killed a man dead.)
Skye se viu perdido em um turbilhão de emoções, usando o álcool como uma fuga dos encargos que carregava. Ela freqüentemente se entregava, seja buscando alegria ou alívio da dor, impulsionada por uma mistura de conflitos e memórias pessoais. Cada bebida era uma maneira de lidar com seu passado conturbado, seus sentimentos não resolvidos em relação à sua família e pela culpa de suas ações.
Suas reflexões revelaram uma profunda turbulência interna enquanto ela enfrentava seu papel na caça e em seus complexos relacionamentos. As lutas de Skye encapsularam um conflito entre seu amor pela vida e seu desdém por violência, marcando sua jornada em direção à autodescoberta em meio a um cenário de tristeza e arrependimento.
