Brady: *Pant, pant, wheeze* Need...air...HAAA...ngh...*sputter, pant* D-Dammit...
Avatar: Brady, what's the matter?
Brady: Ain't *pant* n-nothin' *pant* matter *wheeze*...
Avatar: I thought you were out training with the rest of the troops?
Brady: Well duh, that's EXACTLY *cough* what I was doin'. So get off my back!
Avatar: You overdid it, didn't you?
Brady: Sh-shut yer yapper!
Avatar: Do you need a glass of water? Or maybe a damp towel would help?
Brady: N-No... I'm perfectly... *cough* fine. Dammit...gotta get back there...rest of 'em...learnin' stuff...gettin' ahead of me... Gotta...train...more...*sniff*...
Avatar: Er, Brady. Are you crying?
Brady: I SAID shut yer *sniff* yapper. I NEVER cry, yeah?!
Avatar: I think you're being much too hard on yourself here, Brady. You have to understand, you're already an important part of this army. Look, here's a handkerchief. Why don't you blow your nose?
Brady: That ain't snot, it's tears! I don't need ya wipin' my nose like a sap, see?
Avatar: But you never cry, yeah?
Brady: You ain't nearly as nice as everyone says you is.
Avatar: I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't tease. But seriously, Brady. Are you really so desperate to get stronger?
Brady: Well, yeah. Of course I am. It's pretty much all I care about.
Avatar: Then let me help you.
Brady: What, I'm supposed to just have you drill me? Teach me to fight better? You?
Avatar: Basically, yes.
Brady: Yeah, well...I suppose that's...fine. Do what ya gotta do.
Avatar: Then it's settled! Excellent...