But Snake shook his head again.
"Well," said Geo, "we can't make you. Let's get going."
"I bet I could make him," the giant mumbled.
"No," said Argo. "I don't think you could. I watched the last time somebody tried. And I don't think you could."
Late morning flopped over hotly in the sky and turned into afternoon. The jungle became damp, and bright insects plunged like tiny knives of blue or scarlet through leaves. Wet foliage brushed against their chests, faces, and shoulders.
"Why would they show you a film of something awful before taking you to the beach." Iimmi asked.
"Maybe it was supposed to have made me more receptive to what we saw," said Argo.
"If horror makes you receptive to what ever it was," said Iimmi, "I should have been about as receptive as possible."
"What do you mean?" asked Geo.
"I just watched ten guys get hacked to pieces all over the sand, remember?"