Redsand Canyon They came to see you spit your game

Fair enough.
He wouldn't really either, though he blubbered enough to Donovan about it so no one else needs to know.
Not really.
Not unless they had intentions of making him feel better and building some sort of relationship with him.
Donovan was all lust and in-the-moment feelings.
Good feelings.

He felt bad for Midar though. He missed Ronnie so much...but was he just lustful too?
He glanced away, looking to the desert peaks, "I lost my important person too." He mused with a softly rueful smile. Wishing he could feel like Ronnie made him again.

His question earned him the return of his gaze.
"Ah," he thought for a moment. Why him? "Well, it seemed Donovan thought he could trust me more than that witch, and I was suitable enough for the job," he smirked, a soft chuckle, "he doesn't treat me like some of the wolves he lures to the Saints." No, if he did Derg would have been fucked on the spot. Maybe it was because he cried...but there wore more than enough chances.
Whatever, Donovan's issues.

And with that, Midar gave a huff, seeming like he was tired of talking, which was fine by Derg. He didn't want to gossip anymore so took his leave, returning to his patrol and leaving Midar to his snooze.