Oh, look at that. Oxygen. That helped. He focused a little. Andros tried to lift his wrist, the one holding his battlizer, but his limb flopped there and he couldn't make it move. It felt like he was trying to lift a lead brick. Even if he could, what was he going to do? 3 would probably kill him right now. Would 1 be enough? It wouldn't, he knew that, but he kept trying anyway, and his arm refused to cooperate.

"Karone, don't. Astronema." Use the right name. Now more than ever. When she was about to gut you. Maybe, just maybe, she didn't actually want to talk anymore than she had when she had found him on board the Dark Fortress. "Your my sister. I care about you."