"I don't think it's right, what happened..." He trailed off again, a sort of helplessness in the words.

At the question, his shoulders drew up. That was a very good question, wasn't it? How did you even begin to describe...? While he thought it over, he shook his head, looking up again. "I'm not upset about that. I don't expect to be looked after."

Because, clearly, that's the reason for keeping in contact.

"... I'm still alive," he went on, at length. "Functioning. Sane. That should be good enough for anyone, shouldn't it?"