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Hi Mane. I've been shot in the leg by your son, but other than that, I'm a-okay.

You were the one from the cave, weren't you? And you... *He looks at Aruna* I am sure I have seen you somewhere.

Yeah, that's me. *She offers him a small smile*

Never seen you before. Sorry to burst your bubble Green Eye.

Well. I must be mistaken. *He grins, then plonks himself upon the ground, sitting cross legged.* Your questions, my answers. Shoot. *He looks at Aruna.* Metaphorically, of course.

*Olivia is quick to jump in, sitting down in front of Mane*
What happened to the place you, Danye and Tawny called home? I've heard the tape, but I want to hear it from you.

*He blinks rapidly.* Well hunny, ain't that forward of you. *His eyes wrinkle slightly, a frown crossing is face. He looks to be in his early 40's, maybe late 30's. Worried wrinkles line his face, and his hair -looking like it was once lush and long- is now wispy with stress.* I happened. That simple. I was brave with no fear. I lost control. It was... ruthless. To say the least.

*She looks away* I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so blunt.

Is...is that why Danye is...ruthless as well? He doesn't seem very forgiving or caring for that matter. Everyone is dispensable.

*She adjusts the hood so it hides the emotion so fresh in her eyes*

Oh for ***** sake. Let's find Danye and **** off. Leave this...man to tell his story elsewhere.

Danye ain't nearby. *He seems almost insulted.* And I ain't surprised by that .308 wound in ya leg now, either. What was your name... Aruna, wasn't it?

*Olivia sighs and places her head in her hands and mumbles something to herself about going insane*

Yeah, it's Aruna. You mean this? *She looks down at her leg and laughs*
You call this a wound? Pfft.

I actually call that a death sentence. With that wound, it ain't likely you can run for long. Which makes *He looks at Olivia* both of you useless in a fight. Now, sit down miss jeans-n-singlet. *He pulls a med kit from his back pocket.*

*She sighs, but obediently sits, with her legs out in front of her*

*Olivia smiles and then a thought occurs to her*
Mane, could you teach me how to say 'I respect you' in Latin?

*He proceeds to inspect the wound, checking for fractures or shrapnel. Upon hearing the question, he pauses slightly, then continues.* I did say any answers. *His voice slips into a strange tone, almost mystic in depth and rythm.* Ego tibi verecundia. *His voice keeps the strange rythm and tone.* I assume you wish to appease my *he makes quotation marks* son? Well. Don't try. He has a focus. It keeps him happy. Well. *He pauses.* As happy as Danye can be. I feel that he was hit hard after the plane... Maddy would've given him a run for his money. *Shakes his head.* Crazy woman. Only 18, at least. Yet she still looked at me like she loved me... kind of like Carlotta. *His green eye seems very glossy for a change.*

*Tears swell to Olivia's eyes*
So its futile then...
*She pulls her leg away and stands, wincing as fresh blood oozing from the gunshot wound*

*Aruna looks up at Olivia and feels a wave of pity*

Don't worry yourself about it. *He finishes his treatment on Aruna's leg, and gestures for Olivia to sit.* You're with me for a while now. Danye has to find a new shirt. With all that silver, he stands out like a deathclaw in a farm.

*She attempts to calm herself down, but the stress of the past 4 months crashes down on her*
Don't worry myself about it? Don't worry myself about it! Are you ******* kidding me? I've been following him for ages, following all of you for ages, fighting my way through Legions, Fire Ants and the occasional Nightstalker just to keep up! I am working my ass off and your telling me I don't even have a chance. No! **** that. I'll patch this wound up myself. I'm out!