[He throws up some more. He keeps going and every time he thinks he's stopped, he tries to speak, he keeps looking up and over to her. But... he never manages it. He just keep heaving there on the ground. He dimly recognizes it's all over his feet now, and as he braces himself his hands are in the resulting puddle. It gets all over his him, as it is coming out of his mouth and his nose. His nose burns. His eyes burn. And when he's finally kneeling over a pool of his own vomit, panting, he knows he's done.

And when he is, his eyes now bloodshot both from crying and from the force of vomiting like that-] For... for a world like that, for a fate like that- I was wrong. [Pant, pant] "Perverse" was the wrong- [Pant] word. That's wrong. That's unfair. You-

A world like that is awful.

[he says this through gritted teeth. His positioning here is unstable, at best]