Kartahn felt his glasses slowly fall from where they were perched and down the bridge of his nose until they were dangling precariously on the tip. His eyes were pretty visible, now, and with good reason. Only just now did he realize that he fucked himself royally.
He originally had no intention of telling Hound anything about his power--who would refuse being able to bring someone back to life in a war like this? It was practically a godsend. He knew that if he let anything slip, Hound would be on him like gravy on rice. For a while, he had the advantage. Hound mentioned that the manual was not too specific about his power. Kartahn's vulnerabilities had gotten the best of him, and they left him humbled.
Shit...
It was all that came to mind. He didn't know how to get out of it, now. It was no longer a matter of not feeling useful to the team; it had now become a matter of him being one of the most valuable additions to the team. That... terrified him.
"...yeah, yeah. That's right. I can... rewind time. I can change events, I can manipulate them to my will... and I can stop someone from dying by altering the circumstances..." He made a heavy sigh. "I've only done it once... so I'm not all that good at it, and I don't really know the limitations... but that's the long and short of it."