[He doesn't even try to sit up, or otherwise move. He just gets a deeper breath and shifts against the grass and dirt. Kitty's still there and only because she's there is Cross going easy on him, and that doesn't settle well. He doesn't care much for debts, you see. Or perhaps he just likes to push his luck as far as it goes, too far in this case. But oh, what the hell.
Spitting aside another mouthful of blood, he tilts his chin further back and stares up at Cross. His stigmata have begun to fade. His voice is raspy and he has to pretty much force it out.] Anita?