kurst is in the pouring rain, suit over the chair he sits on, he is on his break on a night shift, he lights a ciggarette, and takes a deep puff, everything on his begins to become absolutely drenched, he glnces out at the horizon and then ciggarette in his mouth stands up and looks out toward the clouds on the horizon, he reaches down to his waste and lets his suspenders unbuckle sending them falling over behind him, this is his contemplation moment to join vox, this is his decision, yes