Narrator: Commander Andreyasn is dead again. Well. . . Mostly.
Kevyn: I am Commander Kevyn Andreyasn. I have shaped the destinies of Worlds, of Nations, of Galaxies.
Kevyn: I have created and destroyed. I have followed and I have led. I have known love, and I will know it again.
Kevyn: I flirt with Death for a living, and I have cheated the Reaper at least four times.
Kevyn: The cliff-jump should probably count, too. Make that five times.
Kevyn: And assuming I survive being shot in the chest, the count will rise to six.
Nannie Avatar: I se no reason why we can't put you together again. Your thoracic cavity has been scrambled, but we're finally back up to strength.
Kevyn: Who is "we?"
Kevyn: Because, you know, usually my hypoxic hallucinations take the form of people I've already met, but you don't look familiar.
Nannie Avatar: "We" are your blood-nannies, and you've been keeping us busy. You made us wrestle with a nanny bag, forced us to hibernate, killed most of us off, and then we had to bring you back from a nasty throat wound and low-oxygen environment when there were barely enough of us to keep your brain alive.
Nannie Avatar: Not one day after we got all the necrotic tissue from that fiasco repaired, you went and broke half a dozen major bones.
Kevyn: You made me set those breaks.
Nannie Avatar: We hoped that would encourage you to take better care of yourself.
Nannie Avatar: The bucket of sausage that used to be your lungs says that you weren't paying attention.