[Twister is naturally winded by this. For the brief few moments while the pain affects him he falls to the floor. Once it has past, he gets up onto one knee, panting heavily and staring up at Peacock cautiously.]

...Then why do you choose to look that way?

Beyond now, when its outside your control, why do you even bother appearing at all? Especially to me. If I'm so meaningless to me then why do you give me this treatment?