Percy's sarcasms nearly made him smile. Nearly, because he knew things weren't well yet. As the Healer spoke he frowned, another odd memory almost reaching him but staying far away.
'I wanted to be alive,' he then said, though he wasn't sure where the thought had come from. Nevertheless, he knew it was true, just as he knew this was making him more tired than he wanted to be. He didn't want to go back to sleep, not while Percy was still there. For all he knew he might not have all that much time with him left in his life. After all, he couldn't even blame Percy if he wanted to fire him after what he'd done.