β Ya don't talk much, do ya? β
His words are more serious this time around. He's shirtless and cold and all he can do is follow the executioner. That's all.
β ... s'alright. I talk too much. β
He knew a little about this place. These monsters don't want him... so he's able to slip past them, following the executioner.
β Where you goin'? β
Startled, he's jumping away and looking back with a glare. Letting our a huff.
β Fine, fine... fuckin' sourpuss. I'll be a good boy! S'that what you want? β