Delsin just stood there, in the middle of everyone's gaze. He felt awkward, sadness, rage, and other emotions too. "I wish I were dead," he said quietly to himself. With that, he went to the armory. He bought a nice bow and arrow, sword, and armor that fit him. It was tight, light, but good protection. He also went to the stables and bought a horse that would carry him to the next city. He needed time to think, clear his head. He knew his brother was a strong man, and a very skilled one, but he wasn't the best. He had his flaws, and if he acted on emotion or made a wrong move, he would be gone. Dead. When Delsin made it out, he wouldn't see his brothers concerned and slightly condescending stare again. He had to eventually show his brother that he wasn't completely helpless. He was good...really good. Jaime was good with strategy because he played with a controller. But Delsin, he was good with fighting and finding a way around, out, or through things -- finding a way to win. Since he WAS the controller in his game room, he actually had fighting experience...his brother didn't see that. His mind raced as he saddled the horse.