Sunspire Mountains the things that you've got coming will consume you

Riley fitfully withstood Renard's scrutinizing of him, ignoring the man in favor of Derg -- who now turned and trotted away.

What he sees fit. Well, what about what Riley saw fit? He might not be as aggressive as Nemisis or as clever as Renard -- he clearly didn't have the scars like Derg, or the baggage life experiences which hung around Colin's neck like a noose -- but he had been wronged here, and all of them were acting like he was just another burden.

Riley stifled his hot tongue, turning to Colin. Colin, who had been given a smile (where was Riley's?) and been instructed to tend to his wounds. "Don't fucking touch me." He hissed, submerging himself deep into the water while bubbles gurgled darkly around him -- ready at any moment to come at both with teeth, should they nurse him like he was some weakling baby.

He was tired of being treated like a baby. He would come along on his own volition, but would under no uncertain terms allow either of them to touch a hair on his festering hide.