*Mortar sighs, feeling empathy towards his friend* You know what I mean. He and a crew called the Arrowhead were terrorists, and destroyed the NTR Hermes. *He forms an iron ball and sits on it next to his friend* Don't feel bad about him, Sketch. He uses pity to stay here... I'm sorry, I shouldn't be talking about this with you. *He rests his hand on Sketch's shoulder* You know... I heard that there's some technology on Earth you put on your legs and it can, with a little bit of surgery, can put you on your feet again