[ Once it occurs to him that she's not an enemy (or at least not immediately one), it strikes him too how pedestrian the situation is. He's been on the ground for so long that he'd forgotten what it's like not to be at war. A beat too late, he holds up a hand, leaning his weight on his back foot. ]
Sorry. [ He adds, though the glance up and around a moment later makes it apparent that he's not so sorry as to excuse himself. ] I thought you were someone else. [ His words draw his gaze back to her. He thought she was one of the people who'd brought him here. Now he sees how blindly optimistic that had been. ]
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Sorry. [ He adds, though the glance up and around a moment later makes it apparent that he's not so sorry as to excuse himself. ] I thought you were someone else. [ His words draw his gaze back to her. He thought she was one of the people who'd brought him here. Now he sees how blindly optimistic that had been. ]