The mirthless tone was nearly mechanic in nature. The fact that he was able to acknowledge Connor at this point was a miracle in it's own right. It meant that somewhere deep, deep down Kon still existed. He wasn't entirely gone, just temporarily lost. He didn't respond to his name, he didn't deserve that name. Not Kon, not Superboy, and after this he was sure Clark wasn't going to want him as a Kent anymore. When he'd been broken out of Cadmus labs the first time he didn't have a name, Clark had given him Kon-El. Clark was gone. The association with that name was confused. He simply stared at Connor as he tried to understand what he was being told.
Mostly he was quiet. Focusing on ignoring that little voice in his head that told him his new surroundings were not of his own design. He hadn't chosen to be moved. Clark and Allana were not there. They were not safe. "Can't. Somethings.." he didn't even finish the sentence. He heard something at the window and turned his eyes on it, an intense heat pierced the glass and fried a bird mid flight that hovered there with a deadly accuracy. The creature didn't even have time to make a sound as it fell to its death. Kon lowered his head to his hand and forced his eyes to shut. "Wrong. Wrong wrong wrong!" That hand balled into a fist and was thrust down on the couch in frustration.
The legs of said couch buckled and collapsed only startling him further. He began to stand, though he was off balance. "Need to go." When he got to his feet his entire world swam in blinding pain. His skin was warm to the touch and his eyes were bleary. No amount of rubbing them helped so he just gave up.