[He imagines, just for a minute, what it would be like to be engulfed in flame: to feel it eating at you, killing you slowly. He imagines it must be one of the slowest ways to die, and wonders why that, of all things - but he doesn't ask. Instead:]
You had to stay alive after that? It must've. Hurt.
action.
Nothing matters, right? Okay.
[He imagines, just for a minute, what it would be like to be engulfed in flame: to feel it eating at you, killing you slowly. He imagines it must be one of the slowest ways to die, and wonders why that, of all things - but he doesn't ask. Instead:]
You had to stay alive after that? It must've. Hurt.
[A painful understatement.]