Not that I *wheeze* do not want to be here, *wheeze* but if I didn't, I would have no one besides the Machine Herald *wheeze* with enough knowledge of this body to repair me in times of need.
*he narrows his eyes*
Put yourself in *wheeze* my position, Ionian. You are at the height *wheeze* of your glory, and then cut down, only to be *wheeze* brought back and live in agony. What do I *wheeze* have left to cling to, if not the death of Garen..?