I didn't catch half of what you said, he replied tilting he his. But it wasn't just rocks... he pointed to the huge gaping hole in his chest. There were explosions too.

He sat down (that is he sat in the air), deep in thought.

I know I've been hear for a long time. Enough for the townsfolk to call the mine haunted. No one really talked how I felt about it, however. Regardless, it is good to hear the sound of someone else's voice for long. I suppose I must have some use, if I'm still here and not sent off.