What?

[ The question in return isn't so much as asking what is being asked but more musing with the person as to what he was trying to accomplish. ]

An answer.

[ It's the best response that he can give. An answer for anything that is happening: for his life, for his purpose, for why he had to feel his world burn away. ]

I didn't get it, though. [ His voice is strained and comes out in croaking sounds. Yet somehow, it still has the same arrogance as when he first called out to the guards. ] I guess I'll have to try again when I'm able.

[ And he looks back up. ] Sorry I don't have anything better to say.