Something's moving again. But nothing's moving. There's nothing advancing. It's keeping the same distance, and Tim finds himself drawn forward. What's the worst that can happen? He dies. Getting ripped apart by a giant worm would probably be quick. It's going to happen anyway, if there's an animal down there to chase after his escape. He might as well meet it head on. Get it over with, for the second time this Arena.

He wished that the poison had killed him outright and sent him back to the Capitol, where he could pretend to be making progress and feel slightly less like a circus animal.

Tim eased his way towards the glints. He didn't want to startle whatever it was and was surprised when bars came into focus. They were followed by something, someone, moving in the darkness. Small and obscured by the costume, but so familiar, and Tim is suddenly relaxed, letting one hand release the staff and the other drop to hold it loosely at his side. "Damian?"

Leaning the weapon against the wall, he's already testing the bars for weaknesses, but he's no metahuman. Tim gives up after a few seconds, not wanting to waste the energy. It's too hot outside of these caves to lose water by sweating it up in here as well. "Is this a cell, or did you make your way down here too?"