He looked a mess, especially with his bare blood-soaked back out with lash marks crisscrossing existing scars, but his appearance was the last thing on his mind. He let out a soft, hoarse laugh, clenching his fists on the ground. "Ah, what a pity. I'm sure it will be quite disappointed, but what can you do?"
A joke, as usual. It was always jokes with him, even in the depths of despair.
He struggled to sit up, but he could barely manage it. He wouldn't be able to run through the draining on his own, and he knew it.