We bear what we need to. Fever, pain, whatever. It's-

[He's distracted again. There's a flash of green he sees, in the corner of his eye. Something writhing and smooth. His eyes flicker to the corner before he shakes his head. No, he's seeing things again.]

Anyways, it's part of our faith. I'll do what I can.

[He takes a sip of water, frowning slightly as he thinks.]

I know. But anyways, I guess it's natural to worry. I mean, I worry about you and him. I have friends at home I worry about. Family too. There's too much worry, going around.

[He laughs.]

It's enough to make a man sick.