Dias pulled one of Cloud's arms over his shoulders before straightening up, dragging the other man to his feet whether he liked it or not - in fact, lifting him almost off the ground as Dias forgot to take his extreme height into account. Some swift readjustments made things slightly less awkward, at least for Cloud; Dias was forced to actually lean over slightly. Damn it, this was not the sort of work the mercenary was suited for...the only consolation was that Cloud seemed to have the exact same mindset as himself on the matter(that being "let us never speak of this again").
He wasn't so busy adjusting for his height, however, that he entirely missed the disembodied voice Riku seemed to be conversing with(it would have been nearly impossible to do so, given the volume). Dias had already, upon the voice's first addressing the boy, made a quiet mental note of it referring to him as 'master', and nothing the voice had said thus far had served to make him any less suspicious. But that was a matter best dealt with elsewhere, at another time.
A double-check of his previous headcount revealed that he'd miscounted the first time; they were TWO people short, and one of them was that surly-looking redhead in the leather. That wasn't exactly promising. Had anyone besides him been left with the machine they'd come in? If not, Dias couldn't help wondering if it would still be there by the time they got out of the fortress...which could be a problem if this place was going to explode. He wasn't sure how far away they needed to get but even he, with his rapidly-growing dislike of all things technology, knew they'd get a lot further away with the buggy's help than on foot.
"Someone grab him before he runs off again," he said roughly, nodding in Hojo's direction. Then - with another slight adjustment to his grip on Cloud - he headed for the door of the laboratory, fully planning on depositing the blond man outside as soon as possible.
Dias was doing his level best to ignore the wing, despite the fact that he'd had to manuever his arm around it just to get it around Cloud's waist. He had enough problems as it was.
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He wasn't so busy adjusting for his height, however, that he entirely missed the disembodied voice Riku seemed to be conversing with(it would have been nearly impossible to do so, given the volume). Dias had already, upon the voice's first addressing the boy, made a quiet mental note of it referring to him as 'master', and nothing the voice had said thus far had served to make him any less suspicious. But that was a matter best dealt with elsewhere, at another time.
A double-check of his previous headcount revealed that he'd miscounted the first time; they were TWO people short, and one of them was that surly-looking redhead in the leather. That wasn't exactly promising. Had anyone besides him been left with the machine they'd come in? If not, Dias couldn't help wondering if it would still be there by the time they got out of the fortress...which could be a problem if this place was going to explode. He wasn't sure how far away they needed to get but even he, with his rapidly-growing dislike of all things technology, knew they'd get a lot further away with the buggy's help than on foot.
"Someone grab him before he runs off again," he said roughly, nodding in Hojo's direction. Then - with another slight adjustment to his grip on Cloud - he headed for the door of the laboratory, fully planning on depositing the blond man outside as soon as possible.
Dias was doing his level best to ignore the wing, despite the fact that he'd had to manuever his arm around it just to get it around Cloud's waist. He had enough problems as it was.