[Ah, this fellow. Vakama hasn't had the space to introduce himself to poor Turo yet, but he remembers seeing that jawpiece fly off in a shattering of sparks. A sacrificial one of the mechanical sort by action alone.

Vakama has found the energy to at least get himself into a seated position by the time Turo swings around, though he's not making much effort to move further other than to occasionally test his limbs. What slash wounds he had from the previous day have been at least partially healed, though the most superficial damages to both metal and muscular connections remains.

He'll give a little nod of greeting. Hello, sir.]

I cannot say this is the best I have been, but... I am alive, and in debt to those of you who made such an effort.

[...]

We have not spoken much at all, my friend. What was your name?