[Many are in her situation, to be fair; they are all alone, together, which is a strange kind of solitude, a strange kind of resignation and understanding all at once. He wishes for companions, too, even if they are his enemies.]
You're welcome.
[Slightly stiffly. While he defaults easily enough to rote etiquette, it still doesn't come naturally. He's playing dutifully by rules he does not understand when he engages.]
I'm far from home... and I was looking for a refuge. I got lost.
[He says so sheepishly, a little brokenly, forcing a bit of harsh laughter. Being welcome and being lost at the same time have made him aggressively ambivalent.]
(CW: genocide, racism)
You're welcome.
[Slightly stiffly. While he defaults easily enough to rote etiquette, it still doesn't come naturally. He's playing dutifully by rules he does not understand when he engages.]
I'm far from home... and I was looking for a refuge. I got lost.
[He says so sheepishly, a little brokenly, forcing a bit of harsh laughter. Being welcome and being lost at the same time have made him aggressively ambivalent.]