"Why don't you just mind your own--" 'business,' he is undoubtedly about to say, before the world swims before his eyes again. What had initially just been a sideways stagger into a chair becomes a more uncoordinated fall, but a lifetime of hard living and hard combat means he doesn't go down as hard as he could have.

Still--ultimately, he's back on the ground again, a hand clutched against his eyes.

"...what is happening to me?" It's a rhetorical question, probably, but there's a certain helplessness to his voice that is hard to ignore.