"Good plan. Better plan is to just not do it and not get your ass beat." He has a point. Not that it's excusable to beat his brotherson's ass for any reason. But just don't time power him, dude.

Dirk keeps heading out, walking until they're outside, and takes a sharp right turn. He seems contemplative. When he finally speaks it's back to something less accented, more flat, because they're out in public. "Not long. Woke up in the wilderness, spent a few days out there, traveled here, started looking for you because I knew you'd be here."

He doesn't know how he knew, but he did.