Redhawk Caldera My independence seems to vanish in the haze

The guy's name doesn't affect him at all, which is strange to the boy. Titmouse expected to feel his skin crawl or his stomach to flip-flop as soon as his friend spoke, but instead he felt nothing. There was an absence of feeling that, itself, made his anxiety spike a little. He should've had some kind of response, right? The guy kept him in a cave - kept them both in a cave at some point, for all he knew - and he felt nothing.

Dumb name. He never introduced himself I don't think - too busy being a skeevy piece of shit I guess, Tit could say whatever he wanted to now that he was safe. He had run his mouth a lot before, but that had been fear talking. The fear was weaker now - he was home - and so everything came easier. I just called him Snow White in my head. But he won't be for long, not when us Redhawks get a piece of him, heh. Tit's gaze glossed over as he rambled, and his mind flashed back to the conversation with Vaati - about being so weak he could lose to a girl. He came back to himself a second later, glancing at her. I called you Green Eyes.