He just ends up plucking at threads at the bag and grunts under his breath.

"Don't care enough to, I don't reckon." Because they're dead. He did his business. "Wish I had a better idea of how this shit worked. This is bullshit."

Finally he just puts the bag down on the riverbank and a stone on top of it in case someone comes by and wants to use it. Other people have plenty to fall back on. He really doesn't need it, and hates the place it puts his brain in.