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Tsurai was shoved down again. Because of his whole back "thing", he couldn't feel all of what Isiah was doing, but it still burned a little. Mostly it was his ribs that were dying, but his spine did feel awkward being bent.

Tsurai was starting to turn purple. He had heard what Kaegan has, said, and wanted to say he surrendered, but he didn't think he could. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't get any distance between him in the ground to even get a tiny space.

His lungs were burning for air. Tsurai tried patting the ground. That was usually a surrender, but he didn't think it would work in this case. He was doing it crazily, anyway. "Stop." It was a hardly audible whisper. He only hoped Isiah heard it, hoped it would count.

When Isiah was ripped off him, Tsurai immediately got himself on his knees and forearms, coughing, hacking, and gasping for any air he could get.

Of course, Kaegan, only seconds later, rolled him on his back, and since Tsurai was tired, didn't bother resisting. For almost a full minute Tsurai lay there, panting, blood over his face. A couple of times he tried to take a deep breath and hold it in, to try and slow his breathing down, but his brain kept screaming at him for more air, so he gave up on it until the end, when he seemed alright.

Then, Tsurai came to his senses. He sat up, quickly. "Ale-" Moving his mouth hurt. He put his hand to his face, feeling his wet chin. So that was why. Easy enough. Tsurai made his hand into a fist and knocked his jaw back into place.

Now his mouth really hurt.

Atleast he was thinking objectively. Everything might be sore, but nothing was broken. That seemed impossible, but he was happy he was fine.

The nineteen year old shoved himself up and tried to run over to Alex- or really, Isiah, since he was the one on the surface- hoping no one would stop him.

Tsurai regretfully sat down and put his hands to his face. He stayed there for a moment, then shook his head and walked over to the duffelbag, taking out an old towel with bleach stains and holes in it. He wiped his face with it, but even so, the gums inside his mouth were still bleeding, and it made his teeth red.

When he was done with the towel, he tossed it on the ground and sat on the duffelbag. "Are you Kaegan?"

Tsurai was getting mixed messages. He was a servant, that's all he did. And although Alex was usually in charge of him, Isiah obviously outranked Alex now, but what about Kaegan? If this even was Kaegan?
The only reason Tsurai had even asked was because his voice sounded similar to the one on Isiah's phone from a long time ago.

Who was he supposed to listen to? Tsurai was so confused, it was insane.

Tsurai took the container, looking at it, then with a sigh put it down at his feet.
"All we wanted was water. I don't understand why everyone is making such a big deal out of it."

He let his fingers brush theough his hair. "We only came her so Alex could find some drugs she left, or Braeden had, or something. Someone back in our town got really sick and we ran out of supplies, so Alex is trying to restock. That's all."
He pulled on his bangs. "We just ran out of water on the way. I'm sorry that it's such a big deal."

He looked away, back to where Alex and he had come from. "This town really changed a lot..."

Tsurai swallowed and shook his head, refusing the water.

"I know we split up a long time a go. And I remember being really confused as to why. I asked, but," He looked over to Isiah. "Alex-that woman I was with- she said it was better off I didn't know."

The nineteen year old groaned and looked up at the sky. "If it's not the water that got him so pissed than what was it? Did I do something? If I did, tell him I'm sorry and.. Thanks for not breaking any ribs."

Tsurai sighed, swallowing the copper-taste in his mouth some more. He didn't want to waste the water he'd gotten his a** kicked to get over him being a little nauseous.

"Why? What happened to Braeden?" He frowned, looking from Kaegan to Isiah, and back again. "Nevermind."

With a sigh, Tsurai pushed himself up and began to walk over to Isiah. Assuming no one stopped him this time, the nineteen year old would stop five feet away from the man who was once his friend.
From there, he would ask, "Are you okay?" In a silly effort to strike up a hopefully violence-free conversation.

Tsurai was taken aback. Still confused, his voice was quiet, as if he had no self-confidence.

"Your clan? I thought you.. " He shook his head. "I don't understand why you're so angry with me. Nobody would tell me. Kaegan wouldn't, either. I'm sorry for being so.." He put his hand to his head, fingers brushing through his hair in an effort to think of the right word.

".. Ignorant."