The anger was back. Hound shifted and took a wary step back, the Hunter analyzing how best to placate the other even while the part of him with a conscience was cringing away in shame. "When faced with death, people react differently. Some freeze up. Others panic and lose their heads, go into shock. Regardless of how you felt, you acted. It makes me believe you could stand a chance. That's all I presumed..." He shifted his weight to his other foot. "I apologize. I didn't know."
He ducked his head and toyed with the rim of his cap. All of these restless actions hinted at a sudden anxiety, but with his face being the mask it was it could have been anything from impatience to irritation. "That is fair. Perhaps you will find some of the others more palatable. Perhaps not. Not all of them have been around as long as I have." Though he had only a few years on Kartahn, he suddenly felt like an old man. "That is your choice, anyway. But we would all rest easier knowing you aren't just waiting here for death to find you."