[It's definitely different from what happened before down in the tunnels, since even when Keith calls his name, he doesn't really respond, locked up in memories-- world-fueled, really, but a cycle of 'this is your fault' thoughts and every. single. person. he ever fought in the arena, surviving or otherwise. It's overwhelming and he's completely locked up as he watches the blood run down his hands and stain over his clothes.]
[It takes a moment, a painfully long, still moment, before he does turn his head the barest amount-- eyes flickering from his hands to Keith's hands, noting the blood there, too. But his movements and observations are mechanical at best, just observing and not really connecting emotionally to what he's seeing.]