"Just-- shelter. Water. Anything." He took a step closer and then another, narrowing the distance between them, glancing over the other's shoulder at the overturned balloon behind him.

"You have to." Or I'll die. He didn't know if he could make it to the pyramid. Not without sleep, not without something to eat, not without just a few minutes of conversation with another human being. It was a plea for help couched in a demand, and it said something for how badly he wanted it that he didn't think about how that might sound.