Haunted Wood Way down we go.

It feels like he is having a conversation with himself, almost. Or his conscience. Revui has never been very cerebral; he is a tactile creature first and foremost and while he does have the capacity to think before he acts, he often doesn't. Case and point: his current situation. Whether he has been plotting to himself or not remains to be shown—he's been resistant to the company of the adults and antagonistic when confronted with teeth (as in the case with Black Hat)—but here and now, with this girl asking the obvious questions, it almost makes it easier for him to make these considerations.

He very well could give up and waste away in the pit; that wasn't a choice he was willing to make, though. A warrior never gave up. He would die one day, but not here, not in this empty place, and certainly not because of a broken leg. He would go out fighting like his Viking blood demands—broken, bloody, eviscerated if need be. But he wouldn't give up and let himself fade.

Survive, he answers to the girl, his voice firm despite how worn and tired he feels. Whatever it takes.