Drew walked haggardly, eyes completely wide, and somewhat lifeless. When one looked at him long enough, it was as though he had lost his will, and something else was now puppeteering his body.
If not for how fluidly reckless and disjointed his footsteps was, those who were watching from outside, would have thought the same too.
Ironically, said disjointed steps, was what made his movements, be suspected of puppetry in the first place.
If he truly was being puppeteered though, then it would have to be by a highly skilled puppeteer, or an otherwise clumsy one.
A clumsy one would have been noticed long ago, and it was impossible for an out-worlder to be skilled enough to fool the senses of thousands.
There was also the fact that whether he was being puppeteered or not, hardly did any of them give one damn... What they were most interested in, was the inevitable clash, that was bound to soon occur.
