Y-yeah, well... same song, different--... different verse or... whatever, right? Long as... everyone's okay, I'm glad. *Malba mumbles through uneven breaths, still struggling to adjust to that sharp increase of pain and illness--yeah, consciousness can be a real fucking pain, all right.* Can't... can't remember much though... *he softly confesses, not that it's probably not already pretty fucking clear he's more than a little out of sorts, consciousness or not.*