[She's still in disbelief. If they were talking about anything else aside from his literal existence it wouldn't be a big deal, but they aren't and Fern's discomfort is becoming more and more visible. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, folds his arms tightly.]
Not like me.
[And from around the corner he notices a few men appearing, looking none too pleased in his direction. For a split second he tenses up again, nearly forms a sword, but thinks better of it and takes another step back.]
no subject
Not like me.
[And from around the corner he notices a few men appearing, looking none too pleased in his direction. For a split second he tenses up again, nearly forms a sword, but thinks better of it and takes another step back.]
Geez, I gotta go.