[He gets this far when it kind of hits him, and there's the seconds when his head kind of comically whips between looking at the light, then back at Art, back at the light, repeating this a couple of times as he gapes at the-- well, entire situation, really. Talk about cosmic irony... because he has absolutely no doubts about what that light must be.]
It took it from you? [He doesn't think to specify the "it", not when he thinks it's obvious.]
But, Art, you're still - [you, he would finish, not laughing or behaving otherwise weirdly like the others who'd lost their minimum because of you did.]