He nodded. His claws were still buried in the dirt, but he wanted to offer something. A hand on the shoulder, or something. But it was too dangerous to do anything of that sort. So he remained still, watching the trees ahead.

"It don't have to go down like that, 'Ro. That's only if we let the Mallies put us back their way. We get something to work, something like what Stark and the others were doing..." He growled, regretting how that had ended. "We find our own way out of here, we ain't gotta play with the same cards that's been dealt."