Sparrow smiled but stayed silent. He knew his partner was only worried about him. Despite the way they bickered like cats and dogs, Vulture was the closest brother he had among all their comrades. Sparrow understood that this concern came from genuine care, and it made him feel seen and looked after.
But right now, he only wanted to be of use to his Master and the Young Madam. To him, stopping, even just to catch his breath, felt dangerous, as if the world might shift again in that instant. He feared stagnation, knowing it could leave him vulnerable to mutated zombies or other superhumans who might one day threaten the HOPE Base.
After all, he'd already come face-to-face with death once, brought to the brink because he'd let his guard down and grown arrogant about his own abilities.
Now, more than anything, he wanted to grow stronger and become truly useful. Seeing this determination, Vulture could only shake his head and quietly watch over his brother.
