"Mmm," Famine replied thughtfully, nodding slightly. "I know what you mean." And he did, to an extent. At his basest nature, Famine was someone who worked best with large groups of people; inducing hunger in one person, after all, was hardly something to be proud of. Still, he'd always known Pollution was more solitary than any of them - with the possible exception of DEATH - and he could respect whatever it was in his nature that led him to avoid himself or War, even if he couldn't entirely understand it himself.

It had been strange, in a way, back when Pollution had replaced cheerful, sociable Pestilence. Famine hadn't minded, of course - he missed Pestilence on occasion, but Pollution had become...well, he wasn't sure what to call it, an acquaintance? a friend? - but he was sometimes struck by just how similar and different the characters of the two white Horsemen were.

After a few more minutes of travel in silence, Famine spoke again, a faint grin on his face. "How far away are you willing to go?" They hadn't been traveling very long, but it had occured to him that if Pollution was trying to stay on his own, his appearance likely wasn't entirely welcome.