So it's not just him. Some part of him takes solace in it, but it's mostly dread. More maniacs to deal with, not in their right mind, getting in their way. Well, when he puts it that way, it doesn't sound so difficult. It's the fact that he has no proper ammunition that puts a real damper on all of this.

While he's confident in his strength and abilities, he's not stupid enough to deny that some of the shit he'd gone through hasn't taken a mental toll on him. Nobody else had to be privy to that information, but he sure as hell knew and if he didn't want to lose a valuable partner, he'd be sure to act smart. The faint sound of shrieking metal gears ring in his ears.

He takes a brief moment to clear his throat, staring at the digital map.

"You've been seeing a lot of action."

A rhetorical statement. Taking a moment to look over his gear, mentally going over it for the umpteenth time already, he points to one of the markers.

"The next one."