James' eyes narrow slightly in irritation at the first remark, particularly when it's followed with an exceptionally unhelpful answer, but ignores it for now as he grabs the flares and shoves them in his other pocket.
He glances back at Prior, rising unsteadily to his feet again, but his voice is steadier than his body when he responds.
"Shouldn't you have asked before turning over the gun?"
Is he being mildly difficult in retaliation? Maybe. Definitely. But he is not anywhere near petty enough to let it jeopardize their chances, and follows up his remark with a simple, real answer as he draws the weapon again.
"Yes."
It's an unfamiliar gun, he has very little vision in one eye, and pain is stabbing through his side as he takes deliberate breaths, calming in preparation for the fight. But he's faced far worse than wolves, and with any luck, so has his companion; they can do this.
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He glances back at Prior, rising unsteadily to his feet again, but his voice is steadier than his body when he responds.
"Shouldn't you have asked before turning over the gun?"
Is he being mildly difficult in retaliation? Maybe. Definitely. But he is not anywhere near petty enough to let it jeopardize their chances, and follows up his remark with a simple, real answer as he draws the weapon again.
"Yes."
It's an unfamiliar gun, he has very little vision in one eye, and pain is stabbing through his side as he takes deliberate breaths, calming in preparation for the fight. But he's faced far worse than wolves, and with any luck, so has his companion; they can do this.