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“I’m fine,” Makoto replied, picking himself up from here he had fallen. It was established hours ago that should he not be able to keep up with the man’s pace, he’d be on his own to fid his way out of this thick expanse of forest. However, they’d been walking most of the day, and already it was gettnig dark leading to the blond’s main problem at the moment. He wasn’t tired so much as having issues seeing the ground, leaving him to stumble over what felt like practically every root and pebble the forest had to offer. Meanwhile his guide was seemingly having no trouble–it was wonderous to Makoto that he actually hadn’t been left behind already considering his pace had slowed as the light continued to wane.
“How much farther is it till we’re out of here?” He asked, trying to go faster than what felt like a crawling pace without pracitcally face planting again.
It was harsh to say this but patience was not on of his virtues, especially when he had been cast into a situation he didn't at all want to be in. “Then try staying on your feet.” Growing up in a trash heap like meteor city, gave him the advantage in such a situation. Although he had a somewhat limited ability to see the ground beneath his feet, stepping over and avoiding tripping hazards was like a second nature to him as he made his way along. To stop right here would be an inconvenience, given the mass amount of twigs and stumps that where scattered across the ground around them. It would make for an uncomfortable resting place without a doubt, hence why he was still yet to stop despite the looming darkness. It had grown increasingly obvious to him that they where not going to be free of this forest tonight at least, even if they where to continue onwards into the night. This he had come to the conclusion of quite some time ago unfortunately for the both of them.
“I doubt we even half way. If you’re going to complain about that though, then you should have stayed at wreckage.”