Part of me is worried that when this is all over, it's still going to be too long.

And another part tells me to shut up and keep going.
We haven't finished yet.
We don't know what it's going to look like.
And we won't until we reach the end.
So keep going.

You have now reached Milestone Four.

Two-thirds finished.
One-third left to go.

Ten, you were perfect,

But this one goes to Eleven.

That boy.

He's just....

I just want to smack him for saying that.

No, not smack.

Punch.  

Definitely punch.
Hard.

(Apparently, I'd forgotten about those things he'd said and done.)

Tell me again how I'm supposed to feel about you in Book Two.

Because I'm certainly not feeling it in Book One.

This has been a big day for you.

You might have just gotten a last name.
And a song.
Good for you.

Maybe that's why you're not healing.

Using strops for bandages can't be very sanitary.

Of course it's not better.

It just happened a couple of days ago,
And you're not Wolverine.

(You're also wearing a different coat now, so stop looking at the old one.  It's not there.)

You didn't last as long.

I hope that's not a bad sign.
Better luck, Ten.

Wait...

When did the unconscious, gravely injured one suddenly become capable of administering his own medical care?

Don't worry, kids, it's just ketchup.

The poison, however...