"Hey, ow, what the hell man?" Badou covered his eye with his free hand, squinting and blinking rapidly to try recovering his vision. Why did people insist on blinding him? He just had the one working eye, for fuck's sake.

Then the light suddenly dimmed enough for him to see, and he caught himself staring down at the man's hand. There were seams along his fingers where they'd clearly been re-attached. Badou's skin crawled just a little. He'd seen similar injuries before but it was still a bit weird. He didn't ask.

"Yeah, don't do that. You'll get eaten or kinda maimed," Badou replied. "If you've got nowhere to go you can come along with me. Where you'll probably still get eaten or maimed. But at least you won't die alone?"