[He has no idea how to take in all of what Kija is saying. never in his life has he been spoken to like that. Encouragement, faith, kindness, selflessness. No fear or hatred or fury.
So he doesn't even know what he's supposed to do with it all. There's nothing he can immediately think of saying. Although, in spite of himself, for whatever reason he feels like crying. But he won't. (He isn't going to let himself).]
How do you even know all of that? Why are you telling me? No one can see the future. No one can even predict that kind of thing. Much of the world is cruel.
[His only words. One of his hands balls into a fist. It just barely keeps him from trembling.]
Obviously I'll do whatever I damn well please. I'll take what I want.
[But Kija doesn't need to be told this.
His fist curls even tighter, voice more hushed, though sharp.]
I won't let any of this happen ever again.
[He doesn't need any help from any stupid dragons.]