[Grif wasn't wrong; it was equally stupid that they were both here, but for wildly different reasons. Tucker could think of ten right now, right off the top of his head while he glared at the camera. Not that anyone but Grif would probably know he was glaring; people who lived in armor were pretty good at reading the subtle cues a body gave off...

...like a second middle finger going up. Subtle.]

Damn right it is, because I'm way better than you, dude. [Because I don't fucking quit on my friends. Because I don't abandon them when they fucking need me.] I mean, just based on skills, swords, and stuff? Way better.

[One of those middle fingers dropped to grab his sword, still turned off, but there. How long until you quit on these assholes, too, huh?] How long have you been here?