A man will bargain his own rescue down to fit a fear he has never gone and looked at.
A conclusion never once checked feels exactly like knowledge, and that certainty sets the state, the state sets the size of what a man dares ask for, and the ask sets the size of the rescue he ends up living in. The loving kindness already shown him could have carried him anywhere; his estimate of that mountain cut the deliverance down to a nearer, smaller town.
He ends up on that high ground regardless, pushed there by a newer fear, which means the death he predicted was never real, only unexamined. He had no reference for dying up there, only a picture of it, and the picture governed the choice. The cost of that is a life negotiated down to the size of a guess, while the strength that had already saved him stood ready for the harder road.