[The answer comes immediately and he's already trying to shift to his feet before he's even done speaking. Not that he manages more than rocking forward, hissing as it pulls at the wounds in his gut and then slumps back in the chair again.
A slow, steadying breath. And then he looks up at Izunia, lifting his relatively undamaged right hand.]
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[The answer comes immediately and he's already trying to shift to his feet before he's even done speaking. Not that he manages more than rocking forward, hissing as it pulls at the wounds in his gut and then slumps back in the chair again.
A slow, steadying breath. And then he looks up at Izunia, lifting his relatively undamaged right hand.]
I guess... I might need a hand up though.