Someone in there waiting for me. Well, that clinched it. Dias didn't need to be a master of human psychology to know that he'd have a difficult, if not impossible, time of talking Al out of going into the city if he was hoping to find someone in there. And the plain fact of the matter was that he couldn't let the boy walk through that gate when Dias believed it could very well be like letting a lamb walk through the door of a slaughterhouse.
Well, correction: he couldn't let Al walk through that gate alone.
With one last faintly wistful glance at the horizon and whatever nature it represented, Dias turned back to Al with an expression in his eyes that was somewhere between resigned and resolute. "I had planned to look around out here," he said, entirely honestly. "But if you're going to go through that gate, I'll at least come that far to see that nothing happens to you." Although the implication that Al couldn't handle anything he might find on the other side was slightly condescending, the offer itself was well-intentioned, as friendly a gesture as Dias ever really made anymore.
To Al (my home computer doesn't recognize hearts ;_; )
Well, correction: he couldn't let Al walk through that gate alone.
With one last faintly wistful glance at the horizon and whatever nature it represented, Dias turned back to Al with an expression in his eyes that was somewhere between resigned and resolute. "I had planned to look around out here," he said, entirely honestly. "But if you're going to go through that gate, I'll at least come that far to see that nothing happens to you." Although the implication that Al couldn't handle anything he might find on the other side was slightly condescending, the offer itself was well-intentioned, as friendly a gesture as Dias ever really made anymore.