Korsarro stood there, his focus on keeping his body still to provide a better target for the Giant shattering as his words were truly processed in his brain. He blinked, staring at the Giant as his arms fell limply to his sides, his face following suit in the falling. He had expected fury. He had prepared for death. Never at any point had he seen forgiveness as a possible option. He ducks his head low, he did not deserve this kindness. He labourously raised one of his arms to the Giants shoulder and planted his hand upon it.<br/><br/>"You... You have my thanks. Arngeirr, you are truly a gentleman, and a man that I will gladly fight to the death beside." He chuckled slightly, attempting to hide a large sniffle, he raised his head quickly, grinning with his eyes shut tight for fear that the redness of them would not shine through. By the Bessiah they felt like they were on fire. "Let us hope it does not come to that." He raises his other arm, turning slightly and wiping his eyes and nose with it before turning back to the Giant.<br/><br/>"Do you need help with anything? I should... I should still do whatever I can to help." The words that he spoke now came with much relief and far less apprehension than they had moments before. Truly. This was a huge gentleman before him.