[He rolls the clip over his knuckles with practiced ease.]

You're right, I don't know anything about what you're feeling right now.

[Bumi rolls up to his feet, old-man-grunting as he does so.]

But I do know that if we don't both get out of here soon the chances of both of us not feeling anything ever again is higher than I'd like. Come with me now, you get this back.

[He taps at the clip.]

You're welcome to stay, but you don't have to. Just come with me now. Please.