Duo stumbled as the ground shifted, cursed, resisted the urge to kick a particularly thorny vine, and righted himself. "Fucking priests," he muttered to no one in particular.
It did your soul good to vent. Hah.
"Ten miles, huh?" Duo did a little bit of mental math and concluded that at their current pace they'd make it halfway there in about a week. With luck. Lots of luck. "Want to aim for two and take a breather?"
Kisame had their food. And water. And the knowledge of where they were actually going.
Hooray for stubbornness. Because damn if they were going to make it any other way.
Well, that and the four ration bars stuffed in Duo's back pocket. He'd share those when they got about half way.
"Is it just me, or is there a noticeable lack of Blue's promised trail sign?"
Fucking shark.
Absinthe shifted on his shoulder, hooking his claws into Duo's shirt. Then he added his two cents. "It is an ignoble death to be a hero in the land that lacks of true causes." Duo gave the cat a puzzled look. "Grilled cheese!"