Guts isn't one to offer false words of hope, especially when he's an outsider looking in, but he can least offer a sympathetic ear. It sounded like they were in some pretty dire straits, but there's nothing she can really do about it now. All they can do is keep moving forward.

When the question turns toward him, Guts remains silent for a little while longer. He never really opened up about his past even to his traveling companions, so he's at a loss for what to say.

"I was only taught to use the sword, so killing enemies is all I'm really good at..."

He looks up a little higher, at the sliver of night sky he could glimpse through the window.

"The one I want to protect with it keeps getting hurt when they're near me. It's probably for the better that I stay here for a little while."

Yeah. That sounds good.