[You don't talk about it, especially not when you're someone accustomed to burying it all. Berserker doesn't strike him as the type to open up. And Andersen -- he's someone who would rather dramatize and flaunt the hurt, so he may bury the messier bits somewhere deep in his heart. They haven't spoken much prior to their imprisonment; they still don't. But what they both went through has created a strange tie, thin as it may be.

Andersen, then, can't help making a wisecrack.]

I'm doing better than you look, that's for sure.

[It's easier to talk if you put up a front.]

... I saw your other self in the cells, too. Has he bounced back yet?