[The shockwave sends Richard flying back, knocking the air from his lungs yet again and causing more pain to blossom from his already-injured ribs. He lies still for a moment, darkness creeping in around the edges of his vision, until he hears that question and recognizes the quiet trepidation behind it, and that's enough to spur him to try to lever himself up enough on one elbow to speak.]
Isn't that... why we're here...?
[No.]
... isn't that why you summoned us here? You wanted to be saved... you wanted us to reach out a hand...
[He understands, because that's all he's ever wanted too.]
Look how many hands are reaching for you right now. So at least... do us the favor of taking them after all this trouble...
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Isn't that... why we're here...?
[No.]
... isn't that why you summoned us here? You wanted to be saved... you wanted us to reach out a hand...
[He understands, because that's all he's ever wanted too.]
Look how many hands are reaching for you right now. So at least... do us the favor of taking them after all this trouble...