(continued) He put his hand to his forehead, trying to ease the oncoming migraine his senile ghost was giving to him. He had a cascade of emotions floating around inside of him, and the best thing he could do was inhale.. And then exhale. "..I'll help you find your guardian. Stick with me." He gestured to himself. "Just make sure you do exactly as I tell you." "Golly willickers, I have a new pair of shoes!" She chirped, phasing into thin air as she cloaked herself. If Brave knew any better, she was still nearby. Ghost habits. "Well," The hunter started. "I have ah ton of questions that is just begging to get asked but I'm too certain we're gonna die soon so I fail to care." Brave started to walk toward the hunter, nodding his head slowly. "I uh.. Yeah. Hey.." He put his hand on her shoulder, and she glanced at it, obviously feeling a little uncomfortable. "Thanks for getting me out of there. You didn't even know me, and could've left me to die. But you didn't. And I can only be thankful for your actions, Guardian." She slowly brushed his hand off of her shoulder and gave an uncaring look. "Yeah, don't mention it. Truth be told, I actually wanted your armor but you didn't kick the bucket like I thought you would." BraveCole didn't dignify that with a response. He simply indulged in the fact that he had said his thanks and began walking away from the burning remnants of the city. "The cabal.. damn, my chest hurts.." Brave wheezed, trying to finish his sentence. "T-The cabal will probably send out patrol squads to look for guardians. They don't like the idea of survivors." He looked behind him, making sure the hunter was listening. "We need to move out west way, toward the Dead Zone. There's probably some refugees out there with some firepower and supplies-" "What? Are ya serious? Why do you even care about firepower?" The Hunter spoke back, in an almost irritated tone. "Just look out there! We lost! There's no point in tryin' to prepare fer a battle that we will inevitably lose.. Again." Brave hesitated, exhaling loudly. "You're right. But, I would rather die on my feet, facing my enemies with a heart full of fury and bravery than to cower and wait to be hunted and killed like some poor animal." He turned back around, walking out into the dark, No Man's Land that was the outerskirts of the city, not worried about if that hunter would follow him. But, he didn't lie to himself. He did feel an immense sense of relief when he heard her sigh frustratingly and her footsteps behind him.