That Psii seemed to be offering comfort in his own blunt way was nothing short of humiliating, but their current predicament didn't permit Daryl long to dwell on it. He was more concerned with trying to determine what might be waiting for them in the strange dual cities.
"Never been to neither. But I reckon there's plenty waitin' to try and kill us no matter where we go, so best to just be expectin' it," he answered, pragmatic as ever. Fortunately he hadn't lost his pack or weapons — an axe and a hunting knife — during the prior commotion, so at least he'd be going in armed. Experience dictated that any advantages offered within an Arena, such as the mask that was clearly allowing Psii access to his powers, always came at a steep cost, and he wasn't convinced that fatigue would be the worst of it in this case. But he had no intention of leaving Psii to fend for himself in a weakened state, so he figured he'd have to be prepared to fight for the both of them if it came down to it.
Knowing his luck, it likely would.
It helped being shielded from the wind. He took the opportunity to try and brush the sand out of his eyes as they approached their destination, and cautiously tightened his arm around his districtmate's shoulders the closer they got, both in anticipation of being set down and expecting he might have to support Psii's weight if the fatigue was instantaneous. He couldn't help tilting his head back to briefly admire the spires arching skyward.
"Middle's good," he agreed. As good as anywhere else, since it was totally foreign territory. "How tired does that thing make you? Give me some warning if you're gonna pass out on me." And hopefully spare them both the potential embarrassment of landing in a heap of tangled limbs, or worse.
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"Never been to neither. But I reckon there's plenty waitin' to try and kill us no matter where we go, so best to just be expectin' it," he answered, pragmatic as ever. Fortunately he hadn't lost his pack or weapons — an axe and a hunting knife — during the prior commotion, so at least he'd be going in armed. Experience dictated that any advantages offered within an Arena, such as the mask that was clearly allowing Psii access to his powers, always came at a steep cost, and he wasn't convinced that fatigue would be the worst of it in this case. But he had no intention of leaving Psii to fend for himself in a weakened state, so he figured he'd have to be prepared to fight for the both of them if it came down to it.
Knowing his luck, it likely would.
It helped being shielded from the wind. He took the opportunity to try and brush the sand out of his eyes as they approached their destination, and cautiously tightened his arm around his districtmate's shoulders the closer they got, both in anticipation of being set down and expecting he might have to support Psii's weight if the fatigue was instantaneous. He couldn't help tilting his head back to briefly admire the spires arching skyward.
"Middle's good," he agreed. As good as anywhere else, since it was totally foreign territory. "How tired does that thing make you? Give me some warning if you're gonna pass out on me." And hopefully spare them both the potential embarrassment of landing in a heap of tangled limbs, or worse.