If there were other contestants then they would have been told about the centre as well, as vague a piece of information that it was. Daz kept himself from flinching as Cora grabbed his wrist and waist. His body was on alert, feeling attacked even though there was no longer any danger.  He just wanted to keep moving, despite his injury. It was something to do that gave him purpose.<br/><br/>When they began walking, Daz cursed the pace they were taking. It was slow, and for the first few meters he had to adjust himself until they found the motion that allowed them to fit together.<br/><br/>"I fought and I lost," Daz commented in response to Cora's question, smiling tersely. He didn't want to get into the details of the failed attack. Or more so, how he had ran when things didn't go well, and was flushed out a few days later.<br/><br/>Another silence grew between them, the only sounds being the soft thumping of their feet and the rustle of clothing. Daz wanted to ask her the same questions in return, to know the story of how a council member's daughter had ended up in a prison for rebels, but his own cagey response likely wouldn't help her to open up. As the sky began to darken he reluctantly spoke, keeping his eyes fixated on the view ahead.<br/><br/>"I was in the attack on the council building. There were bombs that were supposed to go off, and they didn't. We charged anyway, since we knew we wouldn't have another chance. It was practically mass suicide." He swallowed forcefully, supressing the lump that had been building in his throat. "We took some soldiers by surprise, managed to enter the building and kill some officials in the lobby before reinforcements showed up." By that point Daz had dropped his weapon and ran, slipping through a secondary entrance, but he kept that part of the story out. "Some of us were killed right there. I guess I was one of the lucky ones, to end up here." Daz gestured to the thorned hedges to their right.<br/><br/>"And what about you?" Daz asked as they reached a crossroad. He peered down each, leaning forward to get a better look. The path to the left appeared the safest, but he knew that it couldn't be so black-and-white. The darkness ahead of them reminded Daz of the tiredness he felt, and the dull pain in his legs and arms. If he could just close his eyes for a moment... but who knew what was in the shadows. He couldn't tell what led to the right, but he could see the hedges start to disappear and be replaced by something that looked sharp, glistening, and highly uninviting.<br/><br/>"The left looks the safest, but hell if they didn't put some tricks in this place," Daz grimaced.