[ He doesn't look like he believes him until the end, giving a nod as he eases his chin free. He stays in Hiccup's arms but remains distant, still too twisted up inside to know what he wants or how to feel; bitterly, a part of him still feels coolly toward Hiccup for not coming around for so very, very long. A thousand, not ten or fifty or a hundred. After a short, silent interlude, he looks at him again. ]
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I think we're done here, we should head back.