[He had honestly never thought of his world, per se, as noble--'noble' applied to the actions of his comrades, faced with odds stacked incredibly against them.] I had never-- [he's interrupted by a bit of a grunt as he shifts his weight] --thought of it that way before.
[As Barnaby moved the the beam away from him, he began to move himself away from it, almost twisting away--the sharp pain in his side reappeared to complain about this but he ignored it--until between both of their efforts, he could continue until he was upright once more--albeit with pieces of metal that had been respectable plate hanging off of him.] You do not need to worry about me. [He's already undoing what buckles are still holding them on him, and his tone and expression suggest he's far more worried about the wellbeing of his armor than his body.]
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[As Barnaby moved the the beam away from him, he began to move himself away from it, almost twisting away--the sharp pain in his side reappeared to complain about this but he ignored it--until between both of their efforts, he could continue until he was upright once more--albeit with pieces of metal that had been respectable plate hanging off of him.] You do not need to worry about me. [He's already undoing what buckles are still holding them on him, and his tone and expression suggest he's far more worried about the wellbeing of his armor than his body.]