"Elliot."

The growling of your name had grown familiar to you already by this point. You turn, eyes bright, full of curiosity and no longer fearful. Not like anyone else would be. You knew he wouldn't hurt you. He'd had many chances to harm you before, and yet?

Yet... 1x1x1x1 seemed to have this soft spot for you. So, you call in reply, watching him turn a gleaming red eye on you. He turns, stares, pauses for a while. Then he speaks again, slowly, as though considering his words.

"How about... you follow me. Away from... the others. Quick."

With that, he grabs your wrist (surprisingly gentle... ish), and he tugs you off into some direction.