[color=8882be][i]Blinking slowly, Sigurd tries to stay focused on her words and mostly succeeds. He smiles bitterly and shakes his head, at her explanation and apology. She'd done far more than she should have already... more than he would have done in her place. That bothered him. War had changed him, and certainly not for the better, physical or psychologically.[/i][/color]

[color=a0410d]"You have done to much already, thank you. Go now, be happy while you can. Let me pass quietly here."[/color]

[color=8882be][i]Sigurd was starting to nod off again, and he didn't see any reason to get the girl hurt because of her kindness. She should be far from here when the locals found him, surely someone had seen his chute, and they would be looking for him. If he was already unconscious when they found him, he might not feel anything as they cut him to bits. He didn't want to be awake for that. It was bad enough to see and hear about days after the event, he didn't want to experience it. And sleeping now would keep that from happening right? Then why was he fighting so hard to stay awake? She asked him to... Why was that important? Something kept sitting just out of reach in his mind... a reason to be awake, but he couldn't find it... and he was so tired. Surely just a few minutes would be okay...[/i][/color]