He sighs aggressively, rubbing his brow in annoyance. He's had to talk to too many cryptic assholes in the past five days to deal with this one.

"Be specific," he says, a tinge of anger in his voice. The tinge vanishes after that at least, but he's really so sick of these conversations. "What am I doing that will kill us all? Trying to keep you safe? Who is the murderder, in your eyes? The Princess? I'm not on his side."

He sighs again, body going looser as he tries to calm down again. He glances up briefly, scans the horizon, wondering where the child is right now. "I'm not going to hurt them. Or let them get hurt."