There's still that concern, that nagging feeling that he's just going to be slowing the other man down and get him into trouble, but it's one of many concerns running through his head as they move forward. He tries his best to listen for any signs of danger, other tributes or creatures that could approach them at any time, because if he's going to burden someone one way he might as well try to help another way.
While he's not exactly one for casual conversation, Jeremy supposes it's something to pass the time for now. But his home world is hardly a fascinating topic, and his life back there isn't exactly the most exciting.
His death, on the other hand ...
"It's ... not much," Jeremy says quietly with a shrug of his shoulders. He doesn't carry himself with the most confidence, arms folded over his chest and his gaze cast down at his feet more often than not. Hardly a prime example of an ideal tribute. "Normal, I guess. I-I worked at ... a rest-- restaurant. Kid-friendly place ... robot animals."
He notices Daryl's giving him a look over, so he gestures to the darkened, ugly scars decorating his forehead. He doesn't exactly want to go into full detail about it, since recalling the incident in full was difficult; he didn't remember everything that happened, and he was trying to avoid freaking out as much as possible. "Got a-attacked by one of them ... I died, n-now I'm here."
Once they reach the snares, it's as good a time as any to take a break. He has no idea how to set traps like that, and he especially has no idea what the creature caught in the first one is supposed to be, but a new world like this is bound to have weird new wildlife. He doesn't want to watch Daryl finish it off either, so he turns away to look at the trees surrounding them instead. The shadow from before is back, distant among the trees and staring back at him, but something about it seems ... different than usual. It doesn't normally move like that.
"Do you ... see that?" he asks Daryl just as quietly, pointing a hand towards the shadow. Best to confirm if it's just in his head or not.
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While he's not exactly one for casual conversation, Jeremy supposes it's something to pass the time for now. But his home world is hardly a fascinating topic, and his life back there isn't exactly the most exciting.
His death, on the other hand ...
"It's ... not much," Jeremy says quietly with a shrug of his shoulders. He doesn't carry himself with the most confidence, arms folded over his chest and his gaze cast down at his feet more often than not. Hardly a prime example of an ideal tribute. "Normal, I guess. I-I worked at ... a rest-- restaurant. Kid-friendly place ... robot animals."
He notices Daryl's giving him a look over, so he gestures to the darkened, ugly scars decorating his forehead. He doesn't exactly want to go into full detail about it, since recalling the incident in full was difficult; he didn't remember everything that happened, and he was trying to avoid freaking out as much as possible. "Got a-attacked by one of them ... I died, n-now I'm here."
Once they reach the snares, it's as good a time as any to take a break. He has no idea how to set traps like that, and he especially has no idea what the creature caught in the first one is supposed to be, but a new world like this is bound to have weird new wildlife. He doesn't want to watch Daryl finish it off either, so he turns away to look at the trees surrounding them instead. The shadow from before is back, distant among the trees and staring back at him, but something about it seems ... different than usual. It doesn't normally move like that.
"Do you ... see that?" he asks Daryl just as quietly, pointing a hand towards the shadow. Best to confirm if it's just in his head or not.