[Living in this place is complicated enough without unconditional kindness (or the pretense of) thrown into the mix. He crumbles quickly under the weight of her persistence, though. She's not giving up, and what's more, she's not giving up on getting him moving, which is something he doesn't know what to make of at the moment.
It's fucking sad that he's surprised people want to keep him alive, that's what.]
I still owe you.
[He can't argue any of what's she said, and instead he makes her a promise, steady and somber. Maybe later he can figure out something a little more meaningful to say thank you. Or ask why she's willing to shoulder his crap on top of her own.
Pushing away from the tree, he glances around them for the familiar stumbling figures.]
Not doing those things is a great plan and everything, but do you have somewhere to go? I haven't been able to get back to the prison.
[Too many undead people in the way. Hence getting ready to throw in the towel after all the running it'd taken to get away from them in the first place.]
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It's fucking sad that he's surprised people want to keep him alive, that's what.]
I still owe you.
[He can't argue any of what's she said, and instead he makes her a promise, steady and somber. Maybe later he can figure out something a little more meaningful to say thank you. Or ask why she's willing to shoulder his crap on top of her own.
Pushing away from the tree, he glances around them for the familiar stumbling figures.]
Not doing those things is a great plan and everything, but do you have somewhere to go? I haven't been able to get back to the prison.
[Too many undead people in the way. Hence getting ready to throw in the towel after all the running it'd taken to get away from them in the first place.]