[This is weird and uncomfortable and what's making it worse is he wants to say something, but he can't figure out if that something is an apology, more yelling that'll help him dig an even bigger hole he's managed to make, or just a bunch of incoherent, frustrated noises. So... nothing is probably a lot better than all of those options, at the moment.

He still doesn't want any help but he knows that pushing Varian away even more will only make things worse, so he just keeps on looking away and letting him poke and prod and do whatever. The grass at the injury twitches and sharpens a little, though not enough to do more than a papercut and certainly not enough to get through Varian's gloves.

Fern just... tried to focus on answering those questions, like he's hearing them from Doctor Princess back in Ooo. They're very clinical.]

It's... probably a side effect. Whenever I die here I have a hard time not - .... [Geez, this is the worst.] - Not falling apart into a pile of grass for about a week. The only other time that's happened was my fight with - with Finn. And that's only 'cause his prosthetic arm had a rotating blade. And a 'fatality' setting.

[Because hearing some more details on how the fight that might have killed him back home is totally not a horrible thing to bring up right now of all times, and all.]