And it wasn't something he thought about with this rat-thing flailing all over his hand. It hardly looked strong to him at all, but it refused to let go of his hand. When Beck ripped it away, it also took a little chunk of his skin with him, but it wasn't something he was going to worry about right this instant. Because there were more on the way, and the sooner they got out of here, the sooner they could be safe.
But despite the little thing, he couldn't help the gross sound it made when he threw it aside, nor could he help the shivers that went up his spine at the shriek that came afterwards as the others crowded around it. It certainly wasn't scarring in any way...but it was disturbing all the same.
He turned when the other Tribute offered to stay instead. And for the millionth time, he's reminded of the Games back home. You always had those rare programs that offered to stick with you, instead of going their own way and fighting for their own survival. Beck thought he was lucky then, and he was sure thinking it now.
His hand? The program lifted his hand up, ignoring the sick kind of feeling when he saw the red streaks making their way down to his arm, before shaking his head. "It's fine. We can look at it later." Beck turned to look at the little rat things, before wrapping his hand around the other Tribute's waist a second time. "I want to get you out of here, first."
he certainly does here! you're perfectly fine <3
And it wasn't something he thought about with this rat-thing flailing all over his hand. It hardly looked strong to him at all, but it refused to let go of his hand. When Beck ripped it away, it also took a little chunk of his skin with him, but it wasn't something he was going to worry about right this instant. Because there were more on the way, and the sooner they got out of here, the sooner they could be safe.
But despite the little thing, he couldn't help the gross sound it made when he threw it aside, nor could he help the shivers that went up his spine at the shriek that came afterwards as the others crowded around it. It certainly wasn't scarring in any way...but it was disturbing all the same.
He turned when the other Tribute offered to stay instead. And for the millionth time, he's reminded of the Games back home. You always had those rare programs that offered to stick with you, instead of going their own way and fighting for their own survival. Beck thought he was lucky then, and he was sure thinking it now.
His hand? The program lifted his hand up, ignoring the sick kind of feeling when he saw the red streaks making their way down to his arm, before shaking his head. "It's fine. We can look at it later." Beck turned to look at the little rat things, before wrapping his hand around the other Tribute's waist a second time. "I want to get you out of here, first."