He wants to keep talking, to ask why he deserves to live when so many other people died, but people don't just wake up from comas ready to go about their business, and he's used up most of the energy he's managed to regain since this morning. His eyes feel heavy, wanting to close of their own accord, and he knows he needs rest but he doesn't want to sleep, some part of him remembering what it felt like to slip into that infinite blackness.

"Sorry," he mutters, blinking heavily up at Hunter.