Jason made a face. "Ew. I don't want to turn into you. Or Timmy. Keep the blood. Gross." So he got chatty when he got really out of it. So what? It's not like the bad guys were beating on him right now. Jason knew enough to shut up then. Dick was here. Tim was here. He was fine. His pain in the ass family was actually pretty good at keeping him in one piece, with a few notable exceptions that, when Jason was honest with himself, weren't entirely their fault.
"Sammy has a magic gun," he went on to explain. "Colt Paterson 1836 ball and cap revolver. Real pretty. He shot the Reaper ship in the brain, and it started dying, just like that."