At first glance, Holland assumes the kid is another Antari -- but on second glance, that proves to obviously be untrue. It's just his sclera that's black, not the whole eye, and while it's interesting to note, it's less important than their current situation.
The kid's leg is injured, and he's apparently determined to make it out of the train under his own steam after only briefly taking his hand for help. If Holland was at all prone to smiling in amusement, he might have done it then, amused at the sheer level of stubbornness on display. He can relate. He wouldn't rely on anybody else to help, either.
"I'll keep an eye on the fire." Holland kicks aside a piece of luggage that's in the kid's path, clearing the way. He can't do anything yet about the blood dripping from his arm -- what a waste, he has better uses for that blood -- so for now, he'll just make sure this kid gets out safely. He forges ahead, backpack slung over one shoulder and picking up another that had been near the kid, assuming it's his. "I'd pick up the pace a little. Getting burned would also be a nuisance."
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The kid's leg is injured, and he's apparently determined to make it out of the train under his own steam after only briefly taking his hand for help. If Holland was at all prone to smiling in amusement, he might have done it then, amused at the sheer level of stubbornness on display. He can relate. He wouldn't rely on anybody else to help, either.
"I'll keep an eye on the fire." Holland kicks aside a piece of luggage that's in the kid's path, clearing the way. He can't do anything yet about the blood dripping from his arm -- what a waste, he has better uses for that blood -- so for now, he'll just make sure this kid gets out safely. He forges ahead, backpack slung over one shoulder and picking up another that had been near the kid, assuming it's his. "I'd pick up the pace a little. Getting burned would also be a nuisance."