[He blinks at her, finally raising his head to meet her gaze. But he looks confused, not understanding. Her voice is firm and there's a seriousness to the situation that he's unable to grasp. He feels like he missed something critically important and is struggling to make up ground.]

I don't.. I don't understand.

[She wants to make him her apprentice? Doesn't she want to kill him? He was expecting to have his face caved in and now this.]

I don't want to be in exile. I'm a deputy, I'm supposed to help people, that's what I'm there for.

[Sure there was the other reason he pursued that career, but he wouldn't have gone through with it if he didn't genuinely enjoy his work. It wasn't like this job paid spectacularly or anything.]

Maintain balance?

[Well that sounded like what he used to do back home. That's familiar, and he's latching onto that as the only real part of what she said that he understands.]

Why would you help me? I thought you hated me.