Edgard's heart races and his breath is heavier which mean his pain is increased. The pins and needles prick his fingers and toes and work its way upward. He doesn't know what is happening and his eyes widen hugely. He rejects the lie he was working towards. If his life is on the line, all bets are off. Still though, speaking is difficult. Fear and pain is a bad combination.

"A bowl." He rasps. "I was looking for a bowl. That's all."

He winces. The truth sounds pretty stupid.