"Yeah,just peachy," he said, laughing, because sarcasm made everything so much less uncomfortable. This was way too fucking candid of a conversation to have sober. Or ever. "Uh, thanks? And yeah, I guess. Just...pissed I'm too sad to be pissed, I guess. She was working for them. I mean, granted, she thought they were just the opposition, and not the goddamn Devil's taint incarnet, but, you know. Backstabbing is backstabbing, I guess."

He let out a cough, wincing at the pain it brought, and furrowed his brow. "Unless you meant me, which, yeah, I'm fine, dude. Nothing a little time and physical therapy can't solve."