[ He stops squeezing the moment he feels Gold's resistance, though his hands remain on Gold's shoulders to keep himself steady despite the amount of trembling he's doing. Silver swallows, unable to formulate a response with his throat now dry. Eventually, speaking again with his voice still cracking, Silver tries to argue again. ]

But it did get worse-! And was I not supposed to worry about it if you couldn't walk!?

[ Inhale. Exhale. Silver's eyes focusing on the axe they use to bolt down the back door. ]

What do you want-- no, what can we do about it now?