There are way, way too many secrets in this place. [Not that it surprises him. Once Thrall releases his shoulders he turns to follow, but his head is craned up to look at his friend instead of the path they're walking.] You really think the monarchs are just crazy?

[That seems a little...well. He's not sure. It's a bunch of conflicting messages in his head, things he's not explictly explaining but things he'll have to piece together. Maybe talk to Jason...or somebody not Jason. Somebody with an in-between...Clarke, perhaps.]

I'm not exactly looking to be made into an example either. [Though he sure does keep throwing himself into stupid shit.] But it's also part of why I want to keep fighting. I need them to believe that I'm not going to be swayed or whatever. But if I'm not ready, I can't fight. So...what else am I supposed to do now? [And here he stops to wait, hand coming up to pet Snowsong's snout idly.]