. . .
(K’ain is taken aback, surprised at hearing such words from K’laan, and not sure what to say.)
(He coughs again, uncomfrotable, shaking his head and looking away conflicted.)
<Thank you… for your words… But we are not… We…>
(He stumbles for a few moments, choking on the words. Finally he seems almost to give up trying)
<You know what we are. What we must do. There is too much blood on our hands.>
<Thank you… Gaar Tu K’laan Cóng Jasai Va’La’Kaiir.>