I'm perfectly fine! I've never been better! I'm a weapon now, Kimblee! Of course I'm fine!

[He's protesting too much and he knows it, but Archer can't exactly stop himself.]

This is what I've always wanted - or at least, as close to what I've wanted as I can get. I'm not useless any more! I can look out for myself, I don't need any alchemists to protect me or any soldiers to command! I'm built for battle!

[He's not really aware that he's started shaking, though the automail makes a noise in protest of the slight movement.]

I've never been happier! I'm a weapon!

[...But that's all he is now, isn't it?]