I ... haven't really been in a social sort of mood since I got here. Holing up in the library to figure out a way to get to the good creatures in the south seemed like a great idea, even if it was pretty stupid for me not to ask for help from anyone. I didn't think I could trust anybody.

[ Not that it matters. The important thing at the time had been wallowing in his own grief in private, able to come to terms with the mess he's in both here and back at home. Out in the corridors, he paces along with Jack past the open archways. Everything is so ornate and enormous in Caer Scima, a single room would unquestionably dwarf even the Great Hall on Berk. ]

So I guess, thanks for kicking me out of that place.