[Kid is panicked. He can't see the buttons clearly. He can't judge the distance, how close they are versus how far. It's why he accidentally switches video on instead of responding in audio.
His face is a bloody mess, a dressing haphazardly pressed against what would be his right eye; his left golden eye glows slightly in the dim light. The camera shakes as his hands do. Two guesses as to what the teen is doing. (Spoilers: he's hiding. Behind a snow drift, for the moment, but it's better than nothing.) His answer comes in a whisper.]
I'm outside. [His entire head turns at a sound the microphone doesn't pick up; a few seconds later and he turns back. His teeth are chattering.] Hiding. I keep--feeling like I need to run.
Night 180; Video
His face is a bloody mess, a dressing haphazardly pressed against what would be his right eye; his left golden eye glows slightly in the dim light. The camera shakes as his hands do. Two guesses as to what the teen is doing. (Spoilers: he's hiding. Behind a snow drift, for the moment, but it's better than nothing.) His answer comes in a whisper.]
I'm outside. [His entire head turns at a sound the microphone doesn't pick up; a few seconds later and he turns back. His teeth are chattering.] Hiding. I keep--feeling like I need to run.