I know. It seems you were in a particularly bad way.

[ To say nothing of the gash still in Markus' side or the hole in his chest. Arthur instead points at one of his own eyes -- the one that mirrors Markus' differently-colored one.

He turns to look up, up, up the mountain of bodies and mud and debris. Probably a good thing he didn't realize how close to freedom he'd actually been all this time. Still, that looks like it will be no easy feat. ]

That it does not. So long as we take our time and be careful about it, I believe we can manage.