"Sorry for the trouble." He chimes back with another bloody smile. "I'd roll further away from everyone, but--" Flamebringer lacks the strength to even do that much for himself. It's why he's been left alone, after all; his performance over where he can't even yell loud enough to cause a scene.

"I appreciate you holding off my death until I can get closer to them." Because, obviously, he isn't going to give up on it. He doesn't struggle too much as he's tended to, and pauses when one injury is tended to.

His wrist is swollen and bruised all over. "Rude, isn't it? I told them I was a swordsman and desired to die with a blade in my hand." Also, he hoped to see the meaning of his life as his own was bled out of him. Sadly, nothing came to mind.