[There's no reaction to the heavy pounding of footsteps in his direction, only a calm look back over his shoulder upon being directly addressed.]
I am going.
[There's a wry sense of humor in how he says it, a slight smile that feels at odds with the tension in the air. He inclines his head in the direction he's moving, still walking calmly forward.]
no subject
I am going.
[There's a wry sense of humor in how he says it, a slight smile that feels at odds with the tension in the air. He inclines his head in the direction he's moving, still walking calmly forward.]
Does it bother you? Feeling unable to do more?