"Don't worry about it. My hand's gone. I'm pretty sure I'm going into shock. If your mission was knocking me off, s'probably gonna be a mission fulfilled. Don't worry about that. Don't worry about anything, okay?"

Tears pricked Kon's eyes, and his voice dropped into a gentle hush.

"Jus'--jus' go to sleep," he said, voice thick. "Close your eyes and go to sleep."

Using his telekinesis to keep pressure on his arm, his free hand, covered in blood, went to gently press through the clone's hair.

"It's okay," he lied again. "S'okay."