"Be wary of your tone," he reprimanded foggily, raising a finger and stabbing it at the far younger man. He felt himself recovering more suddenly than he had expected, his body seemingly having taken a hairpin turn. Strangely for the better. Sensation was beginning to return in a tingling sheet, gaining inch by inch over his body.
He cleared his throat of the cold phlegm lodged in the back, his memories trickling back into his mind.
"So they are still on this earth. Eh." Despite the young man's virulent tone, the content was the important thing:
'Spencer is trying to revive it.'
Spencer was alive. He took in a hiss of air through his teeth, then began the laborious process of sitting up, concentration and raw determination etched on his lined face.