[Forgive him, no one has ever dragged him from anything except to get something out of him, voluntarily or not. So he stumbles along, and the confusion and shock of looking at all those things on the beach makes him scattered enough to not jerk away, but--]
What- what are you going to do with me? Aren't you here to fight those things?
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What- what are you going to do with me? Aren't you here to fight those things?