Spruce seemed to become as determined as Anthony, because I didn't hear him shouting for ages when it came to leaving a place. I just shrugged my magnets to rub off ice as I began following their lead, floating meekly since I hadn't healed properly from last night. "Anyone got any food or anything like that? I feel terrible right now." I asked, as we began walking to the outskirts of the lost town. My body tensed up against a quick change of climate, metal expanding and reopening some old wounds from last night. It didn't help my weakly glowing scar also seemed to give off a bit of pain, finally causing me to collapse once more and dunk right onto the rough dirt. "Argh... Arceus..." I said, propping myself up with my magnetic claws and trying to float again, trembling with large amounts of pain. Metal scabs on my body compacted right into the wounds, as if someone just drove knives into me. "Okay... okay..." I had laboured breathing but I continued onwards, too stubborn to accept help. It seemed as if the purple scar was trying to influence my decisions once more as I moved forwards, only to limp in silence and trundling against Spruce. "Arceus damn it... apologies Spruce, I'm not really at the peak of my health." His words earlier grated at me, while all I could do was leer at the looming tower of fire and metal. Everything about this new place was wrong, a literal Hell for me...