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Roku's eyes narrowed at this person. He wasn't even about to admit his weakness to himself, let alone someone else. Even if it were true that he didn't have much energy left. "First off, I don't need any help. I'm fine," He said in his usual quiet tone, mostly trying to convince himself of what he was saying.

"But i haven't found much. I heard a shit load of noise coming from this way, so i figured i would take a look. But i did come here from a side path off of what seems like a main hallway. It comes off of a huge staircase. the staircase is too difficult to pass, but there might be a chance of finding the exit if we travel down the main hall."

He tried to focus, trying to remember what way he'd come from. And suddenly it hit him... He was bleeding, wasn't he? Roku's eyes trailed the ground. yes, he'd left a blood trail right back to the main hallway. He smirked, looking back at the group; this one man in particular.

"Well, It's you're lucky day. I left a perfect path back to that main hallway," Roku said confidently. Perhaps just a little proof that he was handling himself just fine. He had a possible way out, though there was still the chance that it would be just another dead end. But it was better than nothing.

He pushed away from the wall, begining to follow the trail of blood. Roku's walk began to waver occasionally, him tripping over his own feet and stumbling, or just not being able to walk a straight line. Blood still dripped from a drenched-through no-longer-white shirt. He tried to figure out the type of wound by amount of pain, but he still wasn't sure. It just felt raw, fresh. It felt like it was throbbing. It could have been gashes or a scrape... He wasn't sure. He just hoped it would stop bleeding. If not, he'd need - as much as he, for some reason, hated the word - help. He nearly shuddered at the thought.