[A part of him wants to scoff at those words. It's hard to think someone to be an honest man when your life is spent surrounded by anything but that. Yet, they pull at heartstrings and the words envelop him gently, as though to subdue the agitation that grips him.
He's tense, waiting as he hears the way that chains rattle against each other, feeling the way that it goes slack, no longer constricting him in anyway.
He considers Neuvillette's words, carefully turning them around and deciding what he's willing to say and what he rather keep tucked close to his heart. Eventually, he finds that it doesn't really matter. He has no reason to hide certain details like this.] I lost my sight in an altercation when I was a teenager. [Of course, at the time, it was more for sick sport at the time. No one was expecting the small teenager to crawl out of a fight with some beast alive nor did anyone think he'd live much longer after that. It just so happens that he were nothing but stubborn and there was a want to live that burned through his veins.
Though being stuck in complete blackness in an environment like this was somewhat maddening, he had managed this far. He'll continue to manage too. A want to refuse is heavy on his tongue, but they're right. He can tell the place is in disarray and maneuvering through it on his own would be difficult. So he relents, nodding his head.] Alright. [He waits for them to help lead him out.]
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He's tense, waiting as he hears the way that chains rattle against each other, feeling the way that it goes slack, no longer constricting him in anyway.
He considers Neuvillette's words, carefully turning them around and deciding what he's willing to say and what he rather keep tucked close to his heart. Eventually, he finds that it doesn't really matter. He has no reason to hide certain details like this.] I lost my sight in an altercation when I was a teenager. [Of course, at the time, it was more for sick sport at the time. No one was expecting the small teenager to crawl out of a fight with some beast alive nor did anyone think he'd live much longer after that. It just so happens that he were nothing but stubborn and there was a want to live that burned through his veins.
Though being stuck in complete blackness in an environment like this was somewhat maddening, he had managed this far. He'll continue to manage too. A want to refuse is heavy on his tongue, but they're right. He can tell the place is in disarray and maneuvering through it on his own would be difficult. So he relents, nodding his head.] Alright. [He waits for them to help lead him out.]