One broken little sound slips out before Krok can swallow it back down, a sob that's mixed relief and despair. The nightmare really can't be stopped, can it? Not even by stasis. But he's still alive and somehow he's rested.

"Why are you sorry?" he rasps. "It… it worked, right? I think – I feel like it worked. Even if I almost died." He pauses, the significance of it sinking in slowly. "You did say it was close," he adds, awkward. "What – what happened?" Feebly, he tries tugging on Ratchet's arm, as if that will somehow compel the medic to talk faster.