[ He should be focusing on comforting her. On saying that everything will be alright and it's not her fault and they'll find a way out of this mess, but for once he can't. Instead he stubbornly swallows down the billowing nausea, breaths short and shallow. ]
He doesn't need an excuse... [ A small pause as his breath hitches in his throat, voice low and monotone. ] He'll just... do shit for th' hell of it. He... he took one of Helix's ribs. Plucked it right outta him like an apple. I still got it at home if you don't believe me.