Stanczia: He’s fading fast. Can you smell it? Can you hear the fluid in his lungs?
Green (thinking): Everything hurts . . . C-can’t breathe . . .
Imri: The med copter would never get here fast enough.
Stanczia: I’m sure that it wouldn’t, darling.
Imri: Fun fact! This means you are, legally speaking, “fair game.” And you look like you’ll go down smooth.
Green (thinking): Huh . . . It doesn’t hurt anymore.