Tagon: He's conscious! Kevyn if you can hear me, we're going to nanny-bag your head. You are going to make it.
Kevyn: ...tsaaaar...
Tagon: Don't try to talk, we're-
Kevyn: TSAAR hmmd
Colonel Pranger: Tsar? What's tsar?
Tagon: Something about his other epaulet.
Tagon: Yes, that's your blood on your hand. We're going to-
Colonel Pranger: No, he's writing .
Written on the tarmac: Its ARMED
Colonel Pranger:
Tagon: