Sven wasn’t really in an amicable mood. Quite the opposite he thought he escaped this life, to be jutted back in when he wanted to die was a jarring experience. He didn’t think anyone could survive that fall. By all means it felt impossible for any mortal being to survive that, but perhaps he didn’t give his body enough credit. Perhaps youth saved him, but right now he didn’t feel saved he felt robbed. He stared at the clearly what was real life, this wasn’t the afterlife he was sure of it. He hadn’t yet thought that maybe this was his chance to get a new life of sorts, everyone from where he was probably thought he was dead. It hadn’t dawned on him that still he had succeeded, somewhat, in doing what he wanted. Unburdening those he left behind. He could start new here, a whole new life give himself a whole new name if he wanted. But did he want that?
To be honest he just wanted to die. Be out of the way of everyone including himself. He didn’t want to deal with all these problems anymore, but he here he was… and he guessed he would just have to work with it for now. But he knew one thing ‘Sven’ wasn’t around anymore, and for now… he wanted to stick with that. He was sure not many had heard of him, he wasn’t famous or anything, not anyone worth talking about, but… just in case he knew he had to come up with something different. Undoubtedly she would ask him the who, why and where it was just common courtesy. Though her first words weren’t exactly kind nor were they exactly courteous either.
Stupid? Yeah that was probably a good word for what he was right now. She stood over him with all the authority of a mother chastising a child. He couldn’t say he appreciated it, but at the same time it was somewhat amusing to meet with such a crass personality. At his revelation that he wanted to die he could see it in her eyes. If she didn’t think he was a moron before she certainy thought so now. Even more there was no pity in her voice and he wasn’t even sure if it was anger that tinged her face, maybe amusement, she grinned at him as if happy she was an inconvenience to his plan. Well she certainly was being an inconvenience indeed. She even seemed to brag sort of, the lack of sympathy or his situation completely evident in her tones.
She nosed some strange herbs towards him, so she apparently was some sort of healer. He stared at them with his gold eyes contemplating it for a moment before coughing again. Well….he guessed he was alive. That wasn’t changing now. He licked the herbs chewing them slowly. Contrary what she had said they still tasted awful. Then the thing he had been thinking she would do all along happened, though it was done in very off handish away.
He didn’t rush to finish swallowing the herbs, not like he could as tired and weak as he was anyway. He guessed it was time to figure out what e wanted to make of this life that he was given again. He tried to sit up first to try and not be a pathetic rag on the ground though he only really succeeded in getting more dirt and sand into his fur. He grunted, annoyed and his muscles still hurt and ached but he guess it didn’t hurt to tell her.
”I’m useless,” he stated bluntly, ”and stupid. As you already know.” He said not looking at her just staring out in the distance. He turned his bright orange gaze up towards her, finally coming to a decision about what he should do, should call himself. "Grayson… I would say it’s a pleasure but you sort of ruined my day.” He said have jokingly and have serious. Perhaps it would get better, he was ‘Grayson’ now. Perhaps life would be better as him.