Kahl try. Brothers always worth trying. [And when brothers want help, he'll always do his best. A metal hand carefully rests on Clara's, the palm and fingers covered in a dark, leathery synthetic.]

Armor good. Hold Kahl together. [The pieces were all different. He'd replaced the parts that had been torn open when the worms attacked on the plains. Brothers headed to the Kavor had given him their armor. It was enough to replace everything, except for the faceplate. He didn't like having things locked over his face anymore, not after the veil.]

Tower make Kahl sick, but fire make better. Maybe. Not sure if it real sick, or just think sick.

Not like going back down. [He glances toward the edge of the tower with an amused huff.] Kahl make mistake, not bring jetpack. It back on Earth.