He hesitantly shakes, his other hand clenching involuntarily. "What kind of bad thing? Like....someone/thing is coming?" He puts one hand to his axe handle, it's warmth comforting him. "What do you want from me? And, what makes me so....[i]broken[/i] to the others? What's wrong with trying to stop humanity from killing itself off? I'm giving it something [i]other[/i] then itself to fight."