[He doesn't apologize for startling Shuichi. If anything he looks a little impatient at waiting until the grass leaves the focus of the screen before Shuichi says anything.]

I guess.

[Dixon's not a fan of it. He tried to throw his in the lake earlier and it returned to his palm. Then he tried to break it and it fixed itself. At the very least he's learning the mechanics of this dumb magic thing.]

Dixon. [He gives his name because he's honestly not sure what else to identify himself as. They're what, a ragtag group of weirdos hunkering down in the middle of the forest together trying not to die and tasked with some dumb quest? What noun is there for that?] I ain't going to hurt you. There's a whole group of us at this old temple. We just got here a week ago, confused as you.

[He pauses, then seems to remember he's got blood splashed on him. He gestures towards it and smudges a little off his collar between his thumb and finger.] Don't worry, that's just dinner.