"Quits with de sir shit, huh? I ain'ts no sort of knight. So uh, you probably ain't knowings why Soren trieds to kills on himself, uh. Dats was stupid of him, he knows on it, an' he didn't really wants to does on it. Dat is probably somethings he has already saids on. It's am... uh." He sat up a little, adjusted his position. It wasn't like him to talk so deeply about his own problems, especially to someone he didn't know very well.
He took a deep breath and started again. "He am probablies gots my depressions. Boiling overs into uncontrol, you know what I am saying about? When it just don't matter on what you gots, how much you cares about anythings, it don't matter, none of it does matters after a while an' it just seems on a moment where you can be de most brilliants star in de sky and you's still insignificants. Hokay? So uh. Dat's is how he probably feels, and dere's a lots of ways to makes sure he don't gets dat way, Sable."
He lit up a cigarette and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You can, uh... pff't, you coulds just fights at him a little more. I ain't meanings on no sorts of real fight, but just argues at him a little, gives him a reason to blows off a steam a little at a time, an' he won't gets dat bad. Dat's is how I dealts with it, too. Just finds a thing to argues about, or uh... what's is dat word..." He paused to dig through his mental store of English vocabulary to pick out, "Debates, about a thing."