"It - no, it wouldn't have mattered." Not with his breathing so fucking irregular and not with how inordinately impossible it has become to simply keep his eyes open, he wouldn't be capable of doing anything to any of them. He shakes his head breathlessly, tries to limit his awareness purely to Daine, and not the chaotic mess of blue in the hall.

"Just tell me how to change this." It sounds disturbingly like a plea, but shrunk away as he is, cornered as he is, Rush has extremely little control over how his vocal cords decide to pitch anything. "Please."