[Monster girl. The one who said she was a monster that fought monsters. It gives him slight pause to see her. He'd already known that she had to be the one that had gotten him out because who else could've done it? She was there when he lost consciousness.]
[But there is also a knife to be concerned about. He scrambles for it, awkwardly manipulating it to cut a big enough hole to slip it inside with him. From there, it's a lot easier to use to cut the netting from his side of it.]
[When the hole is big enouugh he climbs to his feet and stumbles out. The stumble turns to his leg just folding under him. Even his hair is tired. He tries to reach it up towards the rung of a work table, but it just flops over before he can reach and goes limp. He retracts it, stumbles a few steps to press his back against a table leg, grasping the little blade in his hands.]
[Where is he even going to run to? They're just going to hunt him down. And even if he was able to, by some miracle, get his hand one of the (magic?) globes, what are the chances he can hunt down the kid and bring him along? He can't leave a kid behind with people that will force him to fight.]
[He clings had to the knife, holding it up despite its awkward size. Dan was right that it gives him some security. At least if someone tries to grab him he can hurt them.]
Oh, ha, yeah, big accident, right? Whoops, accidentally left me to get eaten.
[He shoots at Dan:]
Because there absolutely are carnivorous kids. The little kids with the pointy hats. I woke up to find out someone fed me to one and they were chewing on my head.
[That is freak behavior.]
And people don't - they don't believe me that someone fed me to them, like kids just randomly do that on their own. The big people back home used to have to teach their kids it was okay to eat us.
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[But there is also a knife to be concerned about. He scrambles for it, awkwardly manipulating it to cut a big enough hole to slip it inside with him. From there, it's a lot easier to use to cut the netting from his side of it.]
[When the hole is big enouugh he climbs to his feet and stumbles out. The stumble turns to his leg just folding under him. Even his hair is tired. He tries to reach it up towards the rung of a work table, but it just flops over before he can reach and goes limp. He retracts it, stumbles a few steps to press his back against a table leg, grasping the little blade in his hands.]
[Where is he even going to run to? They're just going to hunt him down. And even if he was able to, by some miracle, get his hand one of the (magic?) globes, what are the chances he can hunt down the kid and bring him along? He can't leave a kid behind with people that will force him to fight.]
[He clings had to the knife, holding it up despite its awkward size. Dan was right that it gives him some security. At least if someone tries to grab him he can hurt them.]
Oh, ha, yeah, big accident, right? Whoops, accidentally left me to get eaten.
[He shoots at Dan:]
Because there absolutely are carnivorous kids. The little kids with the pointy hats. I woke up to find out someone fed me to one and they were chewing on my head.
[That is freak behavior.]
And people don't - they don't believe me that someone fed me to them, like kids just randomly do that on their own. The big people back home used to have to teach their kids it was okay to eat us.