[ He closes his eyes to try and do just that, but quickly his face turns into a wince. ]

It's hard to focus. There's a lot of pain.

[ Those words seem to make him grunt with annoyance- he sounds so whiny. He has to pull through this. Focus. ]

There was a time when my leg was hurt. It was ruined, and Al had to carry me for awhile. The metal was cold, but it- it wasn't bad. Having someone look out for me then.

I can remember that. I think.