[Usually he'd fuss. That's a bit much like a command--there'd be a bit of "Don't think you can tell me what to do" mixed in with some petulance.
But he wants to get out of here as much as Mikleo does, so he just turns wordlessly to stalk out. He's not going to respond to anything Mikleo said until they do reach (somewhat) fresh air, and then.... he drags in a shuddering breath, as if surfacing from water even though he was never in danger of anything of the sort.]
... Don't be.
I don't want your pity. It was the choice I made, and all I deserved. Leave it at that.
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But he wants to get out of here as much as Mikleo does, so he just turns wordlessly to stalk out. He's not going to respond to anything Mikleo said until they do reach (somewhat) fresh air, and then.... he drags in a shuddering breath, as if surfacing from water even though he was never in danger of anything of the sort.]
... Don't be.
I don't want your pity. It was the choice I made, and all I deserved. Leave it at that.