[Kirk looks at Xenk with big eyes when he gives him his coat, blinking like he can't comprehend such a kindness. At first the coat looks comically big on him, dwarfing the skinny boy, but as he pulls it closer, it suddenly fits perfectly, the gold and black looking like they belong on the boy. Though it looks opulent on the otherwise dirty grungy kid.]

You-- You're a strange one.

[He tries to put on a brave face but it cracks and the real emotion is there, the panic, the horror, the-- he smiles though it's grim-- no, he's crying holding his head while he silently screams-- it's like a flickering image, as if the dream or memory can't recall how he should be acting.

Then Kirk is sitting on a chair, holding his head as he cries silently for a moment. The horrors and the lives that depending on him crashing down on him. Letting himself break down in the rare private moment he has before he has to be brave for all the kids he is saving outside.]

They're gonna die.. I'm gonna get them killed... I didn't want to be their leader but I've always been, when we play games or explore the woods, they always looked to me..

[He looks up at Xenk.]

And now..