[Shrugs, pointedly ignoring where it strains his muscles everywhere, wanting to ignore it all in a way that's irrational but he can't tell if it's at himself for his confusion right now, when he can't muster much feeling in the direction of the man in front of him. He insists.]
Nothing I haven't dealt with before.
[Which isn't necessarily true - the fight was intense even for the level of things Keith has thrown himself at before. The more he thinks about it though, the more distant it all feels and that just makes it harder not to want to fuck off from all this. The words mean more than he realizes when he adds, quiet but harsh.]
It doesn't... I can't see how any of this even matters now. [Did it ever?]