Horror raises his skull slowly. He blinks blearily to try and adjust to the light. He attempts to soothe his pounding headache by tugging at his damaged eye socket, but he can't, he can't move his arms, or his legs for that matter. As he wakes up more, he sees you, just...staring. You have a knife in your hands and are looking at him like he's a precious jewel. Like he's your datemate or something?* "...what's...huh?" He mumbles, still disoriented. Hold on...he recognises you. You're the person from the food market. You gave him directions to the butcher, and didn't rudely gape at his injury. He remembers seeing the genuine kindness displayed in your eyes. So...why? Why do this? He doesn't understand. "Why...me? I don't...why?" Horror tries to make sense of it all, but what's left of his working thought process is struggling. He wonders how someone as small and sweet as you could be able to restrain him with ropes. Good ones at that, he could barely move. He's mildly impressed, considering what happened in the underground, he knows how much thought and craft has to go into this. "'s...'s it bad that I'm impressed?"