He fought with the fury of the damned, heedless of later costs, intent only on getting himself back to 'mobile' status. He collapsed back down, and looked at the bits of his arm and leg visible through the armor, and then at the flesh tentacles hanging limply from his back. He figured he could control the tentacles eventually, but he could use the arm and the leg now, and just wanted to rest. He started at her question, his mind focusing on her as his hand jerked for a weapon slot on his hip, now empty due to the damage taken. He stared, unblinking for a moment, slowly rocking, before giggling softly, slowly climbing up into an insane, uncontrolled laugh, tears streaming down his eyes as the area around them warped, bits and pieces of the battlefields he had fought and survived flashing up, so real the bodies smelled and attracted insects. It lasted only a couple seconds, before he slugged himself so hard his jaw cracked, using the pain to focus himself again. "I survived, Jashah. I kept my damn promise to get back, however I could, whatever it took.<br/><br/>Though I left a fairly significant portion of my mind behind, on one of the endless battlefields. Those two corruptions were from the worst two, and the weapon back by the transport is from the third. Don't touch the weapon. It barely lets me, and I have to fight it each time I grab the handle. But it is damned good, and would among the damned few reasons I survived. But yeah, how long has it been since Ragnarok, Jashah? A few hundred years for you?"<br/><br/>At her reply, he nodded, before looking back at the weapon, and forcing himself to his feet. "It has been more than five millennia for me, Jashah. And most of that was spent with someone, or more accurately someTHING, trying to kill me. If I seem a bit jumpy, if I seem a bit distracted or overly focused, well, that would be because I don't even function any more. Hell, I can't remember the last time I got a noticeable, appreciable amount of sleep. I thought I had been broken when you saw that little... arena? No... It was..."<br/><br/>He paused, his hand on the hilt of the weapon, his expression one of confusion, before shaking his head. "You know what I am referring to. That... place, room. Horrified everyone. Yeah, thought I was broken then. Now? Now I know what broken is. And I wish I was that intact."