Zak has survived far worse than this before, but now that he's finally settled and as content as he can be in the situation, the pain is starting to hit full force. He doesn't show much of it though, trained after four hundred years to keep as powerful an outward facade as possible. When he sees that frightened look in his son's eyes, he brushes his fingers through the boy's hair and clasps his hand at the base of his skull while offering him a reassuring smile.

"It will take far more than this to end me. Unfortunately, you are stuck with me for centuries more I fear."

He lets his hand slide back down to Drizzt's shoulder, letting it remain there as he turns back to Caesar, watching everything the other man is doing. There's part of him that is wondering if this is some sort of dream, that his mind finally crumbled under the weight of his own hatred and fabricated an escape for he and his son that couldn't possibly be happening.

The pain is a good indicator of reality though, the corners of his eyes tight as Caesar starts cleaning the area. His attention turns to the human's face when the other speaks, and the whole situation almost seems absurd. "I do wish we could understand each other."