...

[Lucas breathes heavily for a moment or two, staring at the missing arm in some combination of disbelief, dismay, and... something else. Something... heavier. He'll speak after Crowe's finished, shaking his head slightly.]

Most of the cars are smashed. I can take you. It's not far.

[There's a pause before he continues.]

You know the arm... It won't come back until you die again, Mr. Silence.