Kang is subdued with his thoughts. He should not be alive, but here he was. His master had often told him "even death is not to be feared by one who has lived wisely." He had not feared Tuurma and her blade. He had acted without thought, doing what he felt was right. Did his selfless act make him wise? He had much to ponder.
"I am alive, friend," Kang replied. "How is Tuurma? I worry for her. Perhaps we should find them."