Hiccup had known academically about what had happened. That hadn't really prepared him for seeing how it had affected people on a personal level. For all his experiences, he'd never really been a bystander in someone else's conflict.

That said? He empathized with the kid, he really did, but this needed to stop. No matter how terrible the world outside was this one wasn't really any better.

"I think we found 'em," he says, gesturing over at the door before going to it himself.

"We're coming in now, alright?" Hiccup takes and releases a breath, mentally preparing himself, before pushing open the door.