"You called me Hunter, what does that mean Pax?"

There were many questions asked once the Hunter found his legs again, and the two set off to begin their journey home. Some were odd, and had no answer, but many of them were relevant, and the Ghost felt good about the answers he gave. There was no hesitance, or irritation on the others voice, maybe a bit of sarcasm, but it helped to lighten the mood around the group.

"It is what you are, Guardian. As I reconstructed you, your body being reforged in the light, this is the part that grasped. You are a being of stealth, are you not?" Pax would turn, bobbing in the new Hunter's face for a split second while his shell spun in amusement. "It is said Hunters blaze their own trails, and write their own laws. So it is up to you how you wish to reclaim this world." His single eye would turn back out to the broken world around them.

Buildings that looked aged by thousands of years hardly stood anymore, the foliage doing its best to reclaim what was once its, but it could do only so much to man made metals coated in rust. Several cars lay barren and stripped along the road the traveled, and Feron peered into them nervously, finding pieces of skeletons strewn about. A moment of disgust settled over the Guardian as he quickly glanced away, jogging lightly to catch up to the rambling Ghost.

"I mean I guess, I've only been alive for.. uhm I think a few days now." Alive again, but it didn't matter in the context. Pax had mentioned he should try not to remember too much of his past, but it ate at him in his dreams, made his head hurt. His hand often traveled up, trying to massage his temples, however his helmet prevented it. They had been on the road for four days now, and covered a grand distance, but they had found nothing suitable for a lasting shelter, nor anything usable for a weapon. "Anyways, how much further is this Last City you keep talking about? I mean, I dont even have any weapons, and if half the things you tell me are truly lurking around out there, how am I suppose to defend myself? I can't just run away."

"Of course you can!" The Ghost replied with a light humor to his tone. "You just pick up your knees and push forward, simple as that." Pax would pause, turning back to his companion, the bottom piece of his shell pulling up in a grin.

"That's not what I mean." Feron would huff in distress, "I can't out run a bullet. I need to be able to return fire." He would glare through his helm at the floating bot, trying to determine what he was getting at.

"Put out your hand, then." The Ghost would reply in a matter of fact tone.

Feron quickly obliged obviously curious as to why his Ghost insisted on running him around in these silly circles. It took a few seconds, but a mesh like object formed there in his palm, eventually taking the form and shape of a military issued Beretta M9 sidearm with massive modifications to it. His hand would close around it, turning it in his hand, remembering it only faintly.

"It was the best I could do, most of it had succumbed to the fire, but I was able to make some.. modifications. There is only one clip, so use it well." The Ghost would fidget nervously as he watched his Guardian inspect his new weapon.

"Why didn't you give this to me sooner?"

"Because you did not ask."

The Hunter let his head fall back in what seemed to be a mixture of anguish and anger before slowly it would come back, a sarcastic laugh rolling through the speaker in his helm. "Because I did not ask? What if we had been ambushed? All of your work would have been for nothing, for I surly would have died all over again."

It was the Ghost's turn to laugh, the sound not as pleasing as a Human's but it was noticeably a laugh and that is what mattered. "And I would have revived you, again. Sorry to say, Feron, but you're stuck with me now." Pax's single eye would gleam as he snickered and bobbed away once more.

As if he were a teenage youngster all over, a groan would leave the Hunter before he holstered the weapon in its according slot and trailed along after the Ghost. Here was to beginnings, the good.. and the irritable.

"Are we there yet."

"No.. Guardian."