"It was—" he said, taking a deep gulp of air. "Well, my sister wouldn't've liked it, I can tell you that much. Y'see, I had a plan, I though I could take out it's eyes first, but all that damn fire got in the way. I had the dyn-o-mite that I mugged from the tracks, but hang, all that dad-blamed fire…" His voice trails off, for a second, but then it's like he gets a second wind.

"If I had more than a couple of sticks and rocks I coulda swung something. I would've, even, I'm aces. But the real crazy thing is, I didn't care, not right then. I remember I was thinkin' like it didn't matter, like I didn't need to beat the dragon, I just needed to stop it. For a moment. For everyone. I remember thinkin' that'd be enough. And then I wasn't thinking much at all." He shakes his head. "But it was all just a set up. I figured that, after. It was pretty stupid that I didn't see it right then."