Thinking about what it must've been like for those children back then, innocent and unassuming, only to have been taken away from their families and killed without warning - and if what he believed had happened after really did happen, then that made it all so much worse. He couldn't blame those children's spirits at all for how distressed and angry they were, no matter how many times they came after him during his nights there. If he were in that position, he had no doubts he'd behave the same.
But, thinking about it now doesn't help matters much, especially when that leads to thoughts of how he couldn't help them at all in the end. He never brought his findings to the police, he never told anyone about his experiences, he never even thought to bring a video camera one night to record proof of the animatronic's murderous nighttime activity. No one would've believed him at all, and because of his own recklessness in taking that day shift after his nightmarish week he got himself killed before he could do anything anyway. It certainly doesn't make him feel too good about himself.
Jeremy decides he might as well just pay closer attention to what Daryl's doing, instead of wallowing in self pity. Not that he'll remember any of the steps involved, probably, but he never learned things like how to build fires or what mushrooms aren't poisonous. He focuses on that instead, taking in the size and colour of the mushrooms, the shape of the small branches, and each step in starting the fire with the kit. It's interesting to watch, at least, and the mutual silence between them is only broken by the soft crackling of the fire. It'd be nice, in any other situation.
Before he gets too lost in his thoughts, Daryl snaps him out of it, and Jeremy belatedly notices the fire's gone and it's time to go. The idea of an actual camp is appealing, even if all it is, is just a more comfortable spot on the ground to rest his head. He hesitates, only out of his own nervousness, before reaching to grasp Daryl's offered hand to help haul himself to his feet. And fried mushrooms do smell pretty good, on an empty stomach. He doesn't say much more beyond a quiet word of thanks, and his pace is rather slow, but he is grateful for the help and he looks forward to reaching the camp. Maybe after he rests properly for a little while, he can tell Daryl that himself.
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But, thinking about it now doesn't help matters much, especially when that leads to thoughts of how he couldn't help them at all in the end. He never brought his findings to the police, he never told anyone about his experiences, he never even thought to bring a video camera one night to record proof of the animatronic's murderous nighttime activity. No one would've believed him at all, and because of his own recklessness in taking that day shift after his nightmarish week he got himself killed before he could do anything anyway. It certainly doesn't make him feel too good about himself.
Jeremy decides he might as well just pay closer attention to what Daryl's doing, instead of wallowing in self pity. Not that he'll remember any of the steps involved, probably, but he never learned things like how to build fires or what mushrooms aren't poisonous. He focuses on that instead, taking in the size and colour of the mushrooms, the shape of the small branches, and each step in starting the fire with the kit. It's interesting to watch, at least, and the mutual silence between them is only broken by the soft crackling of the fire. It'd be nice, in any other situation.
Before he gets too lost in his thoughts, Daryl snaps him out of it, and Jeremy belatedly notices the fire's gone and it's time to go. The idea of an actual camp is appealing, even if all it is, is just a more comfortable spot on the ground to rest his head. He hesitates, only out of his own nervousness, before reaching to grasp Daryl's offered hand to help haul himself to his feet. And fried mushrooms do smell pretty good, on an empty stomach. He doesn't say much more beyond a quiet word of thanks, and his pace is rather slow, but he is grateful for the help and he looks forward to reaching the camp. Maybe after he rests properly for a little while, he can tell Daryl that himself.