*falls to the ground*
"What the hell, Nathan? Oh this is funny. Pushing the guy who [i]died to stop the wars[/i] down on be ground. Veeeeery funny. You know, Nathan. Do you know what it feels like to have two scorching feelings on your back, like wings of pure fire trying to rip themselves free of your flesh? Because I feel that. So I don't need yours or anyone else's bullshit to add to that. Tipping a cripple isn't funny... You'll learn that soon-"
*falls down while trying to climb back into wheelchair*
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"Didn't die? I'm pretty sure a sword through he heart and the spine would kill me. You knew what Wilson did, Nathan. I'm neither alive nor dead. I walk this land in a burning purgatory of a body, forever suffering for the sins of others." *waits for a moment, and clambers back up into wheelchair* "I don't have a lower back. A broken spine, if you will. Every time I want to stand up? I have to summon burning, churning, and painful cinders into and out of my body to move... And I can only take so much pain. And Nathan? I said I'll only 'stand up' for three reasons. To leave because my work is done, to leave because my work can never be done, or to prove a point."
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[spoiler]I'm not old, lol. I'm just Phoenix in a wheelchair with a gas mask.[/spoiler] "It is your failure to realize the symbolism of my pain, or why I bear it. When you realize it's representation, I will acknowledge your intelligence. Not everything can just be fixed with 'I'm a god or some ultra powerful half-deity that can do anything'. Because some things... Some things can't be fixed by a god."