For a long time, Ryker had thought himself to be fearless. He'd seen blood and war and strife, killed his own mentor, even, and come out considerably more hardened and emotionless than before. He'd been submit to surgeries and complex electrical shocks than had seemed to strike at the very core of his being; injections didn't seem to bother him anymore and knifes were simple tools used by both himself and the military. The weather didn't spark his interest in the slightest and bugs were regarded as nothing more than vermin beneath his feet, so he couldn't say that he had any conventional fears.
Danger flared behind cerulean pools, a slight hiss escaping his throat as the other placed fingers atop the cool plastic-like material that made up his mask. A hand instinctively snatched at the exposed skin of the males wrist, the rebel slinking backwards quickly, making contact with the wall behind him. Fingers rested hesitantly on the gun at his hip, ready to kill the only friend he'd ever known for the sake of the Second Uprising; for the sake of keeping his identity a secret. Though Ryker was quite sure Zheng already knew the truth about him. They'd spent so much time together it was almost impossible not to catch onto his constant absence and injuries. Even more so the fact that he was imprisoned about a year back. Still, this scene was a nightmare to him; half of him wanted to run, the other half wanted to shoot.
He could no longer call himself fearless, for he realized rather quickly that this was his worst fear -- being unmasked; being caught, killed, executed like Zeke was. It was hard to be a driving force in this broken world when you were tangled so dangerously within it's core that one wrong move could send you spiraling into a shallow grave. "I don't want to shoot you," he heaved, finally, voice muffled by his mask, "so I'd suggest you step back." He would like to think that he'd kill Zheng if he had to, but there was a hesitance that he'd never once felt before; a hesitance he didn't like one bit.
"Dont make me repeat myself."
