Whitewater Gorge Floating

He glanced to Finley, a soft smile.
Last night had put him in a rather good mood, even if it meant prying where he wasn't supposed to.
His tail waved softly, thinking about the words he'd said.

The same as him, and Donovan, really.
Mother nature was really intent on killing everyone, huh.
"I'm sorry to hear," he said quieter. He felt bad about asking but wasn't apologetic.
To build something you have to have it broken down first.

Derg wanted to say there was something special about how he knew Colin was just the same. But that was it. He was just the same.
"You're with us," he replied simply. "You don't follow Donovan if you don't seek something for yourself." 
Finley had ambition, Derg owed Donovan, Nemisis clearly had something to strive for.