He stops with his hands one his knees, scrunching his eyes closed as he tries to hold back a wave of sickness that comes with the pain in his chest. He'd think he was having a heart attack if it weren't that he'd felt this before so many years ago.

"...I oughta be able to turn from it..." he says in that raspy voice of his. "Sorry, I shouldn'ta cut into ya like that. I know runnin' an' punchin' is how you handle bein' hurt or scared."

And this place definitely hurts.

"How I dealt with it, too.... Just need to pull my shit together." Then he chuckles. It's that sad sort of laugh you do when you're trying to force your body to feel a different thing than what it's actually feeling. "Funny part is, Stakar never bitched about me bein' soft. He weren't that type. That's all me an' the type of folks I ended up fallin' in with after I lost my team."