Tug doesn't do ties. That's like kissing your sister. So, clearly, they had lost. And he was tired. Really, really tired. But he has to press on, dammit. He needs to find Falx. Animus' failures, and his own, can be hashed out later. "Ash," he says, "I need to find out if my brother's here. Can you feel the presence of explosives, to make sure we aren't about to get blown to bits while I do?" Not wasting a precious second, he begins to chant and imagines himself in a graveyard at midnight, as the spectres rise from their graves for a dark mass, all the while praying Falx is not among them. "Falx?" he calls out in the tongue of the dead. "Tom? Big bro? It's Donnie, Tom. Are you here?"
Speak w/Dead 3 sux