He packed his tools into the sack and swung the bag over his shoulder. If felt heavy but only for a brief moment. It then settled upon his shoulder and he carried it like he always had; carefree and unhindered by the journey they had chosen. He would get by without them, he thought to himself. He didn't need them. They were an untimely distraction that would eventually dwindle to free him to that which he needed to do to survive and be happy.