[ Hiccup ghosted a hand across a set of ruins as they pass them, olive-colored eyes following the motion until his hand drop back to his side. If there was any answers to get from this place, it was marginal at best.

His usual smile replaced with that half-crown frown he waited patiently, eyes flickering to the other. He dips his head when he makes near eye contact with a guard passing the other way, exhales then when the other speaks. ]

Maybe it's a bit of both, then.

We used to treat the [ A beat. ] — some animals that way back home before anyone knew them. Everyone has misconceptions about them, so it was always 'kill on sight'. These guys aren't treating us as anything that's feelings matter. It's more like...

[ Lambs to the slaughter, perhaps? Someone not to get close to because sooner or later, fate will come. ]