Kneel took what he knew, the word You and Okay sticking to him, and he answered, half confident and grumbly.
"Ik ben oké, ik haat deze wond gewoon. Ik kan daardoor niet zo goed zien.." Kneel didn't realize he had rambled a little bit, but he hoped he would understand some of it.
<I am okay, I just hate this wound. I can't see very well because of it.>