"I know now why you cry, but... " The towering, almost mechanical form remarked. Even talking normally, his low voice reverberated in the soles of one's shoes. Often, it seemed as if the crustatean-thing was really just a suit of vast, hollow brass armour. More leaves dusted across his implacable form, but his eyes didn't flinch a milimeter within the confines of his helm. "But it is something I can never do."
He didn't seem to expect an answer.
Almost solemly, it just seemed to clamber away, back into the arid morning.