[Frey turns back to face the man as he speaks, unable to stop from looking at him. Indeed, he didn't look like a prisoner with no exercise, with the muscle definition he had, he'd peg him as a fighter or soldier of some sort, or at least a very active person.
He shifts uncomfortably as he looks away again. Staring. Staring wasn’t a good thing. Right.]
Really? Odd…. [He’d assumed that he’d been taken somewhere with no people for a reason. Were the prisoners cleared out then? Why? Because of him? What of this man, then? Who was he?] Do you have any idea why?
no subject
He shifts uncomfortably as he looks away again. Staring. Staring wasn’t a good thing. Right.]
Really? Odd…. [He’d assumed that he’d been taken somewhere with no people for a reason. Were the prisoners cleared out then? Why? Because of him? What of this man, then? Who was he?] Do you have any idea why?
[Now he's concerned.]