It's possible Tyr hasn't slept. No doubt there's some lengthy amount of hours Nietzscheans can function without sleep, and no doubt Tyr's endurance fits the model of a Nietzschean at his prime. Whatever the case, he stay crouched comfortably with his gun at the ready in any moment of downtime.

By the time they've made any progress, Tyr's gained his fair share of cuts and bruises, including one requiring a makeshift bandage torn from his shirt -- though it seems no more serious than that. The unpleasant film of dust and sweat registers as just as much of an annoyance as his injuries, however.

He's not honestly surprised to find Dylan, given his ability to survive while painting a target on his back in a hostile universe. When Tyr sees him, he only arches an eyebrow, putting up his gun.

"A pity I didn't listen to them earlier, or I would have never set foot on this godforsaken rock in the first place."