It only cemented his fear to watch R ignore supplies he could easily have reached down and taken. This was a man with something much more important in mind. The only other men he'd seen act like this were insane, possessed or starving. The R he knew was too stable to be insane, too slow to be worthy of possession so that really only left one option.

Bert took a few big steps away, but couldn't really go far without tripping. He was torn between wanting to run and not wanting to take his eyes off of R. Which was what made him turn to try and run when R tackled him leaving him twisted on his side and way more frightened than he could remember being in a long time.

"Arre, it's me! Let me go, I won't hurt thee!"