[ he smiles a bit forlornly, reminiscing on the old days — on simpler times. ] I think you could have managed.

[ but you chose not to. ]

I am a brat, according to you. I wonder what that makes you. [ he leans back onto his hands. ] Probably a priss.

[ and then there's a tilt of the head. ]

I guess we've both changed over the years, huh?

[ for the better. for the better. there's something morose in his features. ]

It's cause you're an old man, Weiss. Your joints are bad. I have to train you — make you do exercises with me early in the morning so you don't fall apart.