George: "Don't care. You looked like a fu- flipping corpse, Damian!" George shot back, sounding more like a mom especially after he refused to use curse in front of Eli.

Ariv: Grabbing a jar from the cabinet, Ariv filled it up and closed the lid. "Alright, Huey!" Ariv called up to him as he rentered the room. "You can work on your flying later. Here's your water."

Damian: he rolled his eyes coughing up blood. "I'm sure it's not your th-that bad." He took a few deep breaths, becoming exhausted from walking. "B-but I could do with something to eat rather then off tasting bread.."

George: "Hmm... I'll ask Chris to cook you something, alright?" George suggested before pausing. "Chris is a combination of Lucas and Red by the way..."

Ariv: "Heh...," Ariv smiled, wrapping his arms around him and patting his back awkwardly. "No problem, kiddo."

Damian: he froze just for a second. "Okay... I'm not going to ask questions... I've seen weirder things..." he shook his head groaning as a headache began to set in. "Thanks for taking me back, I would have probably died out there.."

George: "No problem," George smiled faintly before pinching Damian's ear. "And for saving your life, I expect you to answer my questions, got it?"

Ariv: "Well clearly you haven't met enough people because I am probably going to be the world's most shitty 'favorite person in the world'," Ariv chuckled faintly.