[The faintest smile pulls up, though of course only on the one side. It manages to reach his eyes all the same.

Comfortable. She's worried about him being comfortable. For a moment he just needs to sit with that.]

It's kind of... complicated...

[He starts to work off the ropes and all the things attached to him by it.]

The dead... ignore pain... nothing matters... more than hunger... so we sort of... shut off... keep going... even when there's... little left... It's not noticeable... the way that... a living person... feels pain... That's why... they don't stop... And why I can... keep going too...

[He drops the rope and everything onto the bed. His hand lifts, hovering by the tear.]

But it does... kind of hurt... when I pay attention...