Everyone is so concerned over a few bruises. Yes, it hurts. I sleep, I eat, I heal, it's done. It's how my power works, and yes, this may have been an extreme case, but I'm used to it. It's what I do.
Why does no one care that a man died? I watched a man die because I couldn't save him. Someone made sure we knew where to find him, so that we would know beyond a shadow of a doubt that we'd failed.
Only one of them even bothered to ask if I was all right at all, and he can't even get my name right.
You made an effort to do more, and that meant a lot, so I'll say thank you if I want to.