“A hairbrush…?”

She was looking at the thing in his hand like it was made of material that doesn’t exist.

“A hairbrush…. Really. You’re going to go out there, dodging in and out of dangerous terrain, desperately clinging to life as it threatens to end all around you in a hundred different, equally-violent ways. How is a hairbrush going to help?”

There was a long pause. He looked down at the only thing in his hand, then back up to see her staring back at him. She puts her hands on her hips.

“I dunno.” He said finally. “I forgot my bow and arrow at home so I’m just gonna have to do my best with what I’ve got.”

He raised his weapon and began to comb with it, which made his hair look much better than before. She realized he was probably going to die out there.