He rolls over just enough to where his good eye could look at him. Eridan really makes no effort at all to get up, but shrugs his shoulders.

"I guess? There's not really much t'talk about anymore. You know after Gam' left I did the rest of the stupid shit t'myself an' I'm now stuck here tryin' t'figure out how t'help the rest of us. Which... isn't a bad thing, I just really do fuckin' miss bein' able t'trust my sight an' be able t'shoot without thinkin'... well. I'm gonna kill one of ours."

It's hard being broken. It's hard and everyone understands.