Drunk eller bara drickat, Skye hade gått många timmar och försökt att inte tänka på jakten, om pistolen och Andrew Lockwood, om något av det. 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 befann sig förlorad i en virvelvind av känslor och använde alkohol som en flykt från de bördor hon bar. Hon övergick ofta, oavsett om han söker glädje eller lättnad från smärta, drivet av en blandning av personliga konflikter och minnen. Varje drink var ett sätt att hantera hennes oroliga förflutna, hennes olösta känslor gentemot sin familj och skuld för hennes handlingar.
Hennes reflektioner avslöjade en djup inre oro när hon kämpade med sin roll i jakten och hennes komplexa relationer. Skyes kamp inkapslade en konflikt mellan hennes kärlek till livet och hennes förakt för våld, vilket i slutändan markerade hennes resa mot självupptäckt mitt i en bakgrund av sorg och ånger.