Junk Scrap 2

“I……” He was doing it again, that silence, that silence he loved to give whenever questioned in his ways. Of a nervous kin he was, but never timid. Bold he was when he wanted to be; Zane had been a remarkable foe in the weeks gone by, but now he seemed withdrawn, recoiled, like a cautious-being animal when uncertainty draws near…

“I have to,” came his shrunken, but non-the-less a full-sentence (which was what counted), response.