"Fishing?" Shion looked up from where his face was pressed to the window. Since being here he had seen a lot of nature, the arenas had been amazing to him, as someone who lived in a place where all there was outside his city was wasteland.

But all that he had seen had been arenas, man made paradises turned into places of horror and death. This was real nature, actual grass grown and not made by human hands. And over there, there were mountains. And they were going to a place with an ocean, a real ocean and not a acid filled copy like the one Shion had died gazing upon.

Rat wasn't here, he was going to district one and Shion missed him, worried about him. Not that anything would happen to him exactly, but that he wouldn't be able to behave, would start a fight and get himself executed.

Rat knew how to survive, but he had always lived on the outside of No. 6, and knew how to work his way around the system, here it was different, he was constantly watched.

Not to mention he couldn't keep his temper.

But for now Shion blinked at the man who had just announced a fishing trip. He pushed hair out of his eyes, it was partly white, though they had died strands of it a deep blue, to give it a rippling affect. They had been harsher than usual and Shion didn't know what he had done to anger them. "Do you even know how to fish?"