But Jeremy wasn't sure of how else to put it. With no combat skills, unpredictable panic attacks and blackouts, how was he supposed to be of any assistance in a battle to the death like this? It wouldn't be fair of him to tag along only to get someone in trouble, if something happened beyond his control. He was just dead weight, wasn't he?
"I don't know what else to do ..." Besides give up. His voice was only a whisper, as if he was afraid of being scolded for his attitude again. Daryl was clearly a lot more skilled than he was, with makeshift tools and everything. A group, even. The people here were used to these arenas, and they were all stronger and more capable than he was. What could he do to even help out? He didn't even know how to hunt for food.
He does jump a bit when that fish is very quickly and expertly speared, startled despite watching the entire time. And he supposed that, maybe, he could find a similar branch and some way to sharpen the ends, and fish for himself. Maybe that could help. But he wasn't sure if whether or not meeting up with this group of Daryl's was a good idea. He didn't want to slow more people down.
"... h-how do you know which ones aren't toxic?"
At least it would be something. The note he was given also had a few portions of food and fresh water, so he was going to try and make it last as long as he can, but if he was ever in a pinch it could help to know a few things.
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But Jeremy wasn't sure of how else to put it. With no combat skills, unpredictable panic attacks and blackouts, how was he supposed to be of any assistance in a battle to the death like this? It wouldn't be fair of him to tag along only to get someone in trouble, if something happened beyond his control. He was just dead weight, wasn't he?
"I don't know what else to do ..." Besides give up. His voice was only a whisper, as if he was afraid of being scolded for his attitude again. Daryl was clearly a lot more skilled than he was, with makeshift tools and everything. A group, even. The people here were used to these arenas, and they were all stronger and more capable than he was. What could he do to even help out? He didn't even know how to hunt for food.
He does jump a bit when that fish is very quickly and expertly speared, startled despite watching the entire time. And he supposed that, maybe, he could find a similar branch and some way to sharpen the ends, and fish for himself. Maybe that could help. But he wasn't sure if whether or not meeting up with this group of Daryl's was a good idea. He didn't want to slow more people down.
"... h-how do you know which ones aren't toxic?"
At least it would be something. The note he was given also had a few portions of food and fresh water, so he was going to try and make it last as long as he can, but if he was ever in a pinch it could help to know a few things.