[A hundred twenty-five pounds. That's nearly Robert's weight. It's a mixture of fascinating and mildly, detachedly frightening. The kind of training Don had to do to get to this point is nearly unfathomable, even though he objectively knows it happened; for someone who, before Luceti, couldn't even walk across the village, it is incredibly difficult to contemplate.
Robert duitfully counts down the numbers, matching Don's steady rhythm.]
[Action]
Robert duitfully counts down the numbers, matching Don's steady rhythm.]
... Fifty.
[And then he stops, waiting expectantly.]