[He could lament, too, about how every passing moment he spends on the ground is like a lifetime in a cold, dark cell. How he wishes, that, just once at the very least, he could rise back up into the sky with the people most important to him...

Not to mention, he has a duty to uphold, and being unable to do anything of the sort here hasn't bode well for his mental health.

Still, he chooses to focus on his friend- It's easier than dealing with his own problems.]

We'll get back there, oi! Even if it takes months, years, a lifetime- Whatever! It's happening!

You better damn believe it.

[Sakamoto still does.]

But for now, if you're tired, you should get some rest! Take a nap, or somethin'...

It looks like ya need it.