Desperate, terrified, and pretty damn good at aiming- there's a crack as the helmet hits and a sharp 'motherfucker' as York stumbles back, hand clasped to his bad eye and the cut he can feel welling there. That's why he's bleeding a little, right? right.

Not the weird itching under his skin in places.

That he's ignoring. "Kid, it's ME. Jesus christ, ow."