Keeping in mind that italics are telepathic communication.
“You don’t get it, do you? We’ve been as much your prisoners since we captured you in that ravine, as you have been ours. We’ve protected you, fed you, guided you, clothed you. Rescued you! We haven’t had a choice. That’s what’s frustrating. We have no choice. And neither do you!” He glared out into the darkness. In the firelight she saw the muscle of his jaw line working with anger. “Look, I’m sorry. I truly am. You don’t have to like this, but we’re stuck with each other. I can’t walk away. And I can’t afford sympathy for you, because it’s my world at stake. The only way I can look at this is you have to do it because no one else can.“
“I am not one of your heroes, striding out of one of those legends of yours, Frax Kitahn,” she snapped bitterly. “I am not made of such bold stuff.”
He gave a bark of harsh laughter. “Is that how you think? That those people went seeking?” He turned back to her now, his expression hard, unrelenting. “Kep, Kaphri, no one in their right mind sets out to be a hero. All the old stories that send our blood racing—they weren’t that way for the people involved in them. Ask any of the old warriors: they’ll tell you. They were just as scared as anyone, and they weren’t happy when the task fell to them. But they did what they had to do, anyway.”