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Isiah glanced backward, grunting. "I dunno, kid. I don't know if we'll FIND another settlement. I don't know if we need one. But trust me, about thirty minutes out we're going to start seriously missing the shade." He turned back toward the open plane in front of him, setting his jaw. "I don't know if it's the best thing, right now, to wander off and hope for the best."

Isiah grabbed his nose and yanked his face back down so he wouldn't bloody hurt himself. "Stop that." He grit his teeth a little, clucking his tongue as he thought. "You're the one who has the problem going back, kiddo. I'm just not sure we should head out before we have any information. Of course, this doesn't look like the town I heard about.. we might have more of a ways to go.." He grumbled inwardly. He had been given bad information and there wasn't exactly a lot of leeway to play around with. "What I think would be best is to wait for you to get into top condition before we head off into the unknown. It might be more than we bargained for, and you'll need your health."

Isiah chortled. "That's what you get for being an a**, a**." He sighed. "If you're comfortable staying there, I am. We'll have to get rid of the.. trunk and it's trove within before we make it permanent, though. Assuming someone hasn't all ready."

He was somewhat glad Cyrus hadn't said anything to Tsurai about their previous relationship. He had assumed if he had, Tsurai would have popped up with a thousand questions that Isiah wasn't exactly prepared to answer. Isiah had never known Cyrus to be a rapist.. he had never thought..

Cyrus wasn't a good person, he remembered that much very well. But he never thought he would rape somebody. Especially someone so young.. He turned toward Tsurai for a moment, watching him as they walked. He didn't look as old as he said he was, cut down his face and all. And knowing him made him look much, much younger.. He cursed himself for ever getting involved with someone like Cyrus.

"I cleaned it out." He patted the duffle bag. "Before I stuffed his fat a** into it." He tried to remember if there was blood- he didn't recall.. "I don't think there was too much blood, either, but in this heat he's got to have started stinking by now."

He nodded, leading Tsurai down the wayward path Isiah had taken to find him. He pushed the half-door open. There was no rotting-flesh stench- he looked over toward the corner where the trunk had been, and it was gone. Someone had all ready taken care of it.. for what purpose, he didn't want to know.

The cot was still there, but the three legged table had been taken. He held the door for Tsurai. "Go in and lie down. On your back. If you lie on your side you might make it worse."

He blinked once or twice, sighing. "Just lie down, then. I think my jacket's still in the duffle. I understand if you don' wanna go on the cot." He didn't want Tsurai lying in dirt, but Alex had covered him in dirt-salve earlier so he figured it would be more good than harm in the long run. He sat down on the cot instead after shutting the door, yanking the jar of salve Alex had given him for his sunburn. "Should I try this voodoo juice?"

Isiah was midway from finishing his left shoulder, giving Tsurai a strange, pleading look. "You can ask me, Tsurai." He wasn't sure about what, but he was nearly positive it would be about Cyrus.. If answering some questions would make this easier for him.. despite the strong conflict of interests, he would try to as best he could.