So, this guy didn’t know either. It was just Azriel’s luck that he would find someone who was completely useless. He let out an irritated sigh and ran a shaky hand through his hair. He was sweating and his hair felt greasy. The temptation of taking what remained of the water and pouring it over his head was appealing. He would have, too, if not for the thought of needing it. So he kept the bottle where it was, untouched, free for the stranger to retrieve it if he ever decided he wanted to come and take it back.<br/><br/>“Wonderful…” Azriel let out a groan and lowered his gaze. He continued to let out steady breaths, trying to steady himself. Mostly so he could think straight as well. There were things in his head that were fuzzy, like something rattling around in his skull. If he suffered permanent damage from this, he wouldn’t be surprised. If he did, it would give him that much more motivation to rip those assholes apart limb from limb. The thought made him unconsciously grip his gun tighter again.<br/><br/>Then he felt something warm drop onto his hand and realized his nose was still bleeding.<br/><br/>This bloody nose was driving him crazy. He pinched the bridge of his nose and tilted his head back, holding his breath.<br/><br/>“Sitting around here is not getting anything accomplished,” he said, mostly to himself. Slowly, he stood up, picking up the water bottle as he got to his feet, and walked a few steps. His legs felt a lot better than they had moments ago much to his relief. That bit of water had done a lot of good for him. He looked at the bottle, as if contemplating whether or not he actually would drink it down. In his mind, however, he was not really thinking about drinking water. No, this situation called for something… stronger.<br/><br/>Azriel holstered his gun, no longer seeing a need for it. This stranger, who had somehow ended up in the same situation, didn’t have much to offer aside from the water. “I… appreciate you offering me something to drink,” he said, finally returning the water. About forty-five percent was gone from the bottle. If he was lucky, maybe he would find a water source in this forest. At least, that made sense to him considering how lush and green this place was. There had to be more water around here somewhere.<br/><br/>He started walking off, retracing his steps back to where he started, beginning his search for that device. He only vaguely recalled tossing it somewhere…