[He can breathe a little better. He hates that. Keith exhales and doubles over in a coughing fit. He could tell him to stop hurting himself but he won’t. Zidane needs that and he would have done the same thing a few years ago. He coughs, swallows and says,]

I don’t know what they did to upset a god. If it was a god. I hate this place. I like the people I’ve met but I hate this place. I hate what it does and I hate the lack of answers.

[Keith raises his first and hammers it against the tree. His right arm can barely move but he can still make the force of it known.] we can’t protect everyone. I know that! We save who we can and we never force them to do anything. I know that.

[He slides down, coughing as the Bayard falls from his fingers and reverts.] I still hate it...