"I'd drink from it too if you wanna see, but that's fair enough. I wanna find those who did these things to you and, and. Make them really, really sorry. But that won't make you not hurt, will it."

Nicholas shakes his head. And then shrugs slightly. "I live in an orphanage. Some kids do that. The peein', I mean. Sometimes even in bed. You're frightened, it's all right."

He chews on his lip. "If I leave a map, can you point more or less where your brothers are?" Not that he knows exactly where he is, but he can make a guess at the general direction. He thinks.