Killian crosses over to the crates, to the harpoon he's had his eye on since they found the items. "Well, since I'm cursed anyway." It's an attempt to lighten the mood, possibly ill-advised. But that's him. "If there's anyone else who knows how to use a harpoon, they're welcome to find me and work something out for its use." He's pretty sure he's the only one who's consistently fishing though.

"I know that this is what whoever left this here expects me to do. Someone's toying with us, that's obvious, and that's the hardest part of all this to take. What it comes down to is letting them know how we feel about it, or increasing our chances of survival."

That's what it sounds like to him, at least. His tone turns a little more conversational. He is about to reveal something personal, after all. "I loved a woman once, more than I ever thought I could, or anyone could love me. Then someone took her from me. I don't mean they went off together. I mean someone killed her, and I swore to make him pay for what he had done. I tried so hard to get my vengeance, until one day I realized that it would get me was my own death. It wasn't worth that. He wasn't worth that. My survival mattered more than anything. So as much as it irks me to know that these were left for a purpose, that they're just toying with us, as much as I would like to make a statement by refusing to use all of this, by burning it just in case, whoever has done this is not worth it. Survival, mine, and that of everyone in this room, comes first." He wraps a hand around the harpoon. "This is how I can assure that survival."