[ He breathes a quiet sigh of relief as the pointy end of the sword moves away from him, and he brings a hand back up to the back of his head. He looks a little bit embarrassed, both at having been caught red-handed and having not even considered looking for another way.

He could try to defend himself by saying that he'd only taken the absolute minimum he could, but that would just be making excuses. ]

Yeah, I guess you're right.

[ He looks down, feeling a little sheepish. ]

I guess I never stopped panicking when people started killing each other. I wasn't sure if people would just kill me as soon as they saw me or not.