Absently, the ex-slave wondered whether the slave collar had harmed any of the Legion. It wasn't a concern, per se; Ennius in particular had been a disgusting fellow, and the Legion had only liked the medic enough to use the skills he'd revealed to them.

His half-hearted introspection was cut off by an outside voice, and the young man stopped in his tracks, or did his best approximation of such. The result was him doubled over, panting like a ghoulified dog, with one knee on the ground and the opposite hand waving open-palmed in the general direction of the voice he'd heard. He could barely see the speaker, due to the thin state of the night's moon and his own piss-poor vision, but didn't care to make assumptions on the other party's sight. Also, he really did need to stop for a moment.

"Hah," he tried. Realizing his lungs needed a moment more, he waited, his brother's voice coming to mind.

[i]"Die out there and I'll kill you, Pro."[/i]

A laugh attempted to escape the ex-slave, causing him to cough, open hand fisting and moving to the ground.

"Chasing... my ghost..." Pro finally managed, once the coughs gave way to further panting. He looked up to the difficult-to-see figure ahead, gulping to swill escaped phlegm. "Legion. Legion are coming. Gotta hide."

From the sound of the voice, Pro recognized the unknown speaker as a woman of similar age. The Legion did not have any use for women beyond slavery, so while this person had no obligation to help him, she would at least need to be [i]not there[/i] quite soon, which made her aims the same. If she did know one of the rumored safe havens in this area though, Pro would not object to following. She seemed sane enough, and slaves had no valuables. His heart and lungs continued trying to feed his muscles with considerable effort.