[It's strange enough just to say the words out loud. It's not as though he hasn't really acknowledged it; he was forced too far too quickly. But discussing it was never really something he'd been comfortable with, even with his own mother. Perhaps it's also because of everything that came too soon after. The fight with Drago, becoming Chief, having the entirety of the village suddenly depending on him. To do the things his father had once done. Living up that greatness.

Perhaps that's really why he's here to begin with.

When Jack speaks, he suddenly feels the need to apologize, finally turning to face him as he shifts his body to lay on his side. Resting his head on his pillow, he shakes it slightly.] No, I'm — I'm sorry. I didn't, I didn't mean to just throw that. It's just ... it happened not long before I came here. Could have been days before, could have been weeks, it's really hard to tell now, but ... it's still there. Still vivid. And it's, well, it's my fault.

[He chews on his lip, nail picking at a loose string in his mattress.]

Did I ever tell you how I'm Chief of my village? Hope and Heir of Berk, I'm supposed to follow my dad's footsteps. But I'm really, I'm really not that great of a person, Jack. I'm not as strong as you might think I am.