[Despite his apparent aversion to being helped, something like instinct takes over when Scott tries to move him, and the heel of his boot digs into the undergrowth to push himself in the direction he's being pulled. Perhaps the subconscious thought of not being a burden has taken hold, if he can't get the other to let him go.
The strength in his legs isn't exactly great, though; there's only so much he can do to make the process easier, and only so long he can keep that minimal effort up. Eventually, his mind catches up again, and he mutters another attempt to dissuade the young man.]
[Good. He notices how Altius is pushing himself in his direction, the small bit of help more than welcome at a time like this. Definitely beats the older man trying to fight him off and making this more difficult or attract more attention to them. The snakes might be dead, but Scott is still keeping alert for anything that might come out. One can never be too safe or cautious in Aldrip.
He's learned that. Maybe since he first got here over two years ago.
Scott continues to pull him away though, not resting until he thinks they're a comfortable distance away from those gates.]
...What are you talking about? [There's a part of him that thinks he should just agree with Altius, that whatever he saw wasn't real. But. Best to make sure.]
[Shouldn't Ferran know what he means? He must have wondered in the moments he was lucid; he so clearly came to the wrong conclusion about it. The man's head slumps against Scott.]
Everything I did for you... what I said.
[There's a clear misery in the half-slurred confession, closer to the dark gravity that Scott has seen out of him more in the past few months, rather than the gentle regrets he's expressed in his "normal" moments.]
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The strength in his legs isn't exactly great, though; there's only so much he can do to make the process easier, and only so long he can keep that minimal effort up. Eventually, his mind catches up again, and he mutters another attempt to dissuade the young man.]
None of it was real...
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He's learned that. Maybe since he first got here over two years ago.
Scott continues to pull him away though, not resting until he thinks they're a comfortable distance away from those gates.]
...What are you talking about? [There's a part of him that thinks he should just agree with Altius, that whatever he saw wasn't real. But. Best to make sure.]
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Everything I did for you... what I said.
[There's a clear misery in the half-slurred confession, closer to the dark gravity that Scott has seen out of him more in the past few months, rather than the gentle regrets he's expressed in his "normal" moments.]