He still can't think of anything, so he nods without raising his head.
"Yeah."
With the release of all that tension, he starts to shake again. It's so cold, and he's so tired, to a degree he doesn't remember ever feeling before. He should probably be scared of dying, of whatever this person might do to draw it out, but he's more scared of himself.
A thought occurs to him, and he twists to pull the sword out from his pack. He tosses it unceremoniously on the ground a couple of feet in front of him. That should at least make it clear that he doesn't plan to run away or fight back.
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"Yeah."
With the release of all that tension, he starts to shake again. It's so cold, and he's so tired, to a degree he doesn't remember ever feeling before. He should probably be scared of dying, of whatever this person might do to draw it out, but he's more scared of himself.
A thought occurs to him, and he twists to pull the sword out from his pack. He tosses it unceremoniously on the ground a couple of feet in front of him. That should at least make it clear that he doesn't plan to run away or fight back.
"Go ahead."