Day Two: Morning

[Krillin]

Twenty was being very serious. Had been, ever since that connection with his other self he'd had. Buncha confusing stuff that could and would wait until after the tournament. Krillin hardly cared at the moment. All he knew was that Twenty was being far too serious, and that was making the spunky little guy worry. He needed room to joke and make light of situations, but apparently, the game offered no consolation.

The wonderful thing about the Tournament was, though the system simulated heat and such, the air didn't seem to have the same unbearable weight that a similar plot of land on Earth might afford. It wasn't very pleasing to the lungs, but it was beautiful to move around in. Many of the other warriors might never notice it, but Krillin marked it immediately.

They would be moving. While there was more comfort in finding a spot and getting anchored to it, they couldn't afford to be picked up. Best to move as quietly as possible, cover tracks, and stay off the roads. Hopefully they would find a friendly group to meet and fight with.

Of course, even the mention of a group reminded the human that, in the end, there were no friendships. Only one could win. If him and Twenty both survived, one would have to kill the other. Krillin would never strike at Twenty, and vice-versa.

Krillin stopped. Would he? He looked at the Android, trying to scan his face. Twenty paused. "What?"

Krillin kept staring. "I trust you."

Twenty sighed, as if letting out pent-up stress. "Don't worry. We're in this together, even to the end."

Their eyes maintained the lock, until Krillin nodded. "Yes. Until the end."