"I...." Andros trailed off on whatever he was going to say, whatever protest he was going to make. No, he fucked up. He hurt Billy and Billy repaid him by helping save his life. He only hoped his face looked appropriately guilty. Trust Zhane to be his conscience. "You're right. I owe him an apology. A big one. And a big thank you to you."

Andros winced as the healers worked on him, trying not to say something mean because they were literally working to save his miserable life. And he knew Zhane would glare at him and give him those eyes. "DECA already tried to fix my head multiple times, but cute, your cute."

He stopped when Zhane started talking about his sister. "You look surprisingly intact." Was that a bitter chill in his voice? Sorry Zhane. He was easily jealous. "She's not the only one struggling Zhane. She wasn't like this in my time. She was. Better." He wanted to go home and talk to his Karone. The one who didn't want to stab him. Usually.

"So what you're saving i shouldn't leap off this table and hurry back to her." As if he had already considered his exact plan of action.