Sage flinched backwards when the girl nearest him eyeing her wearily. She claimed she was helping, but he'd had that trick used on him before. But she put her knife away. He just stared at her, confused. She seemed genuine....but could he trust anyone? The logical answer was no, never. But this girl seemed different somehow. He could take the chance, he supposed, and let himself slide down to the ground again with a sigh. "I don't think I could keep you away even if I tried," he muttered, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the wall. "But if you kill me, I won't be surprised. Im letting you help because I'll take my chances and getting stabbed is better than dying from bleeding out or infection." He didn't really care one way or the other, but if there was even a chance this girl could help him, could keep him alive, then he'd take that chance.

Sage grunted when she told him her name. "I'm Sage," he muttered. He put effort into getting up, he really did...going into the store was the right move, he knew that. But by the time they had just stood him up, he was already wheezing. He glanced over at the girl when she asked him the question and shrugged. "A while. Most of my life. My mom and sister both died when I was young...around five. And my dad is kind of trying to kill me, and hasn't been the nicest all these years, so I stay as far from home as possible." Maybe it was too much information, but he was already in as much danger as physically possible, to whatever. If the girl wanted to know, he could tell her, it didn't matter. Besides, talking took his mind off the pain. He could handle it, yes, but it still hurt. He'd been alone practically his whole life. He wondered how odd that would seem to the girl, who looked as though she'd had a normal life. Sage was strong, yes, but pressed up against the girl he noticed how skinny he really was. She was pretty skinny herself, and his waist was much smaller than hers. He supposed the layers of muscle from living in the streets made him look better nourished than he really was.

Sage shrugged and grunted when he sat down, taking a few deep breaths to steady his breathing before he responded. "I guess. Don't know any different though." He felt the side of his mouth turn upwards slightly. "Sounds like we came from opposite ends of the village social life," he noted. She was the daughter of a doctor, a highly esteemed one at that. And he was the street rat everyone hated. Well, except for this girl, apparently. She was pretty, but that meant nothing. They couldn't become friends, could they? He took the rag from the girl but played with it instead of actually biting down on it. He didn't really need it...stitching the wound up would hurt, but he'd done it to himself countless times, so really this would be no different. Sure, it would hurt like crazy, but it wasn't like it didn't hurt like crazy already. And honestly, he was too tired to really feel all of the pain from his leg. He'd need to find food once this was over. He wished he could thank the girl better though. She had saved his life, by now, after all

Sage thought for a moment, pondering the girls words. "I guess it doesn't. Not now, especially, when the world's gone mad and everyone's trying to kill eachother." Sage blinked in surprise when she offered him food, and acted like she wanted him to stay with her. "I .. that's your food, I can't take that." It was all he could think of to say. But it was true, she had probably worked hard to find that, and he couldn't just come along and use her supplies. Especially not when food was so hard to come by now. But it would be good to have another pair of eyes he could trust around him, he supposed. Especially since his powers took so much out of him. But why was this girl, Cass, helping him? It would have been way easier to walk away and leave him there. Draw the zombies away from her, she gets off with food, and continues her life. So why had she stepped in? He had killed all the zombies he saw, but that didn't mean to there weren't more around.

Sage hesitated for a moment before sighing and taking the can. She was right, he knew that. He had lost a good amount of blood, and he had used his powers, which took a while other toll on his body. He needed the food. But so did she, and finding food now was hard. It wouldn't be as easy to find food as she made it sound, he knew better than that. He wouldn't tell Cass about his powers yet though ...he didn't trust her that much. She seemed to care, and she seemed genuine, but there were good actors out there. She could very well be one of those. He didn't think she was, and something inside of him wanted to stay with her for as long as possible. So far, she'd been nicer to him than even his own parents, and good human interaction seemed like a dream to him. He ate the beans quickly, trying not to look like he was starving. It was probably the first time in over a month he had had a decent amount of food, though he'd have to find water now too, which was almost as hard to find as food.