I'm fine. I'm out here, and I'm fine, and I just got here and I didn't even get to see him and-

[It spills out of him, just like that. It's not what he wants. He'd rather take himself away somewhere and curl up and hide under blankets and pretend nothing is happening. He'd rather act. He'd rather raze what's left of this forsaken city and let everyone burn together. That's what he wants.

But his knees are weak and he can't seem to move. That's not right, that's not him, that's now how things should be. He has to get up and keep moving.

But for what? For whom?]

It was all blurry and I couldn't hear everything, and I didn't know any of those people, and I couldn't understand what was happening, and I-

[He doesn't know, ultimately, doesn't understand anything that's happening. He's tried to keep track of what's going on through the phone, but he just doesn't have the context yet, and he doesn't know.

There's a retching sound, and he holds the phone away, his hand over it, for just a few seconds.]

S-sorry.