He couldn't move and he couldn't see and oh, fucking hell, he could not move. Izzy was talking, so he concentrated on that, rather than the fact that he couldn't do anything. Wait, could he talk?
"If... if they hadn't been here... I, uh. Yes," he admitted, trying to keep himself from panicking.
He couldn't even flinch as something exploded somewhere nearby. He couldn't move, he couldn't see, things were exploding...