"Point still stands."

For a second, being healed is sort of strange. Can he stand up? Should he? Oop. Yes. He can. Cool. He tugs his jacket more squarely over his shoulder, and he watches the head, studies the body.

"... And what are you gonna do?"

As much as those words put together can sound like it, it's not a challenge. He knows better than that. He wants to know. After all that, what did it mean?

"You're thinking straight again, aren't you?"