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Tsurai Sighed, looking into the can for a few seconds before actually paying heed to Isiah's stomach.

The kid was exausted. And he had starved himself in the vault for others, and thrown up everything given to him outside the vault. He just... Was passed feeling hungry.

He was already skinny to begin with, but, Tsurai figured Isiah wanted the food more so Tsurai went over to the man and sat down beside him, shoulder to shoulder, leaning against the wall.

Looking straight ahead, he placed the open can infront of Isiah and said weakly, "You take it."

Tsurai took in a deep breath, and as he exhaled he said, "Not hungry."

Tsurai was a little apprehensive about it, and frowned.

He knew he probably wouldn't be able to stand back up if he didn't. That little escapade with the drug addict had gotten to his barebones of reserve energy.

".. I don't like fish," he said instead.

Tsurai sunk in his posture. Now he wanted to eat it just so he'd stop getting shot down.

"I don't think... I think I'm just going to chuck it back up. I don't want to waste any more food than I have already."

Tsurai let out a very long and audible sigh of giving in.

Putting the can on the floor, he used the lid scoopula to get a meager piece of tuna. He looked at it once, then forced himself to eat it.

The disgusting thing stayed in his mouth for a while before he swallowed it, Tsurai disliking the whole ordeal.

After this, he stood up and tried to pick up the duffelbag to go, but he couldn't lift it more than an inch or two.

This was pathetic. Tsurai tried to blame it, in his mind, on the fact that Isiah put more stuff in it.

Ugh, how could he degenerate so quickly?

"I bet if I had some of that... Jesus, what Am I thinking?! I'm not.. I'm over morphine. To hell with it." Tsurai turned around and waited for Isiah to do something.

"... Yeah," Tsurai answered, walking out of the house.

He should've eaten more. He was going to pay for being so stubborn, later...
As they walked out of town again, Tsurai saw that the body of the old man had disappeared.

The boy frowned. Cyrus was gone... The old man was gone... A shiver went down Tsurai's back and he jogged to catch up with Isiah, who obviously had way more energy than Tsurai did, putting aside the fact of Isiah's much longer legs.

Tsurai didn't like this town. He wondered why everything was disappearing...
Maybe it was just a coincidence. Yeah. He was probably making mountains out of molehills again.

Time went by, and every now and then Tsurai jogged to catch up with Isiah. But after an hour and a half of that, he gave up on it, and just kept walking, making sure he didn't lose sight of the man he was following.

The gap kept getting larger and larger, and Tsurai kept getting tired, but it seemed like Isiah just kept walking faster.
Ugh. Being in an acrid desert was horrible. They probably hadn't even walked two miles and Tsurai was about ready to collapse.

Taking a deep breath, Tsurai tried to keep walking anyway, despite how much his stomach protested.

Tsurai finally just decided to stop, but not sit down for a while.
He knew how Isiah was, and, no doubt the man would doubleback for the kid, so Tsurai didn't bother saying anything about it.

When Isiah got back to him, despite whatever the man would ask, Tsurai would interrupt with "Do you have any extra water...?"

Tsurai went to his knees, then drank half the gallon.
He figured if he wouldn't eat, he could atleast chug water. And it actually tastes pretty good.

"... Thanks. It's... Getting to me, too." Tsurai slumped a bit and then laid on his left side and closed his eyes.

"You should use the jacket for your head," he mumbled.