[He looks around, at the burn marks near the edges of the rock and at the ashy remains of his friends, and he tenses. No. He's not okay. This is never going to be okay. He's utterly lost and alone - well. This person is offering to help, but he doesn't even know their intentions.]
[He doesn't know a lot of things.]
[He opens his mouth, and all that he can muster is a confused whimper. He lowers his hands to grasp the blanket he was sleeping on, just to have something to hold.]
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[He doesn't know a lot of things.]
[He opens his mouth, and all that he can muster is a confused whimper. He lowers his hands to grasp the blanket he was sleeping on, just to have something to hold.]
[He tries again.]
I... I don't know...