Flynn understands. Of course he does: the feeling of having lost something you put so much time into, and pinned so many hopes on, is a terrible one. He'd do anything to feel like he knew what to do with a sword, at this point.

Stairs rise ahead of them. That's a good sign, at least. "If you start to struggle with that again, please come to me, and I'll be glad to remind you what a valuable resource you've created for all of us. We'd be floundering in memory without you. Why is that a struggle?"