"Pretty sure I just narrated a story from the point of view of one of Barty Crouch's sperm," Marek said, shaking his head. Well, as much as he was capable of doing. "Like I said, downstairs brain. It probably didn't even get up here." He made a gesture towards his head. Would have tapped his temple, except that he couldn't. "And don't worry about me. They put me under, you know, it wasn't like I went into a coma of my own accord." He softened, then. "All jokes aside, I am sorry. I know you cared about him."