[It's not surprising, even if does bring a pang of grief for those around and loneliness for himself. It's a feeling he's gotten used to. Except, he's not entirely alone this time. She's here. She let him follow, let him help, let him stay. And even now, fully aware of what he is, she hasn't tried to run.

She sounds so small, like she's the one that's wounded. Maybe she is, in a sense.]

I don't think... your words are stupid... They mean a lot... to me... all of them...

[He's not just saying that. Her words led him here. They made him feel less alone.]

But I guess... you make a point... I guess I expected you'd... try to kill me... or... tell me to screw off...

[He shrugs. He wouldn't have held it against her.]

... I can help carry things... We can still do... the pillow sack thing...