[The ladder's sacrifice is noble. It is blown to pieces but Mike isn't being drained anymore. He moves his hand to his neck and groans. Shadows fill the voids in the flesh to stop the bleeding and keep the blood where it belongs, inside. He groans from the slight lightheaded feeling but he isn't too bad off. Seems the processed worked, for better or for ill. He looks up at his boy, glowing red eyes staring into his steely blue. He puts on a weak smile though.]

Hey...you're back Kitkat. Just...give me a minute. Not as spry as I used to be when it comes to the blood loss as I was when I was a young man. How are you feeling?

[Leave it to this man to be more concerned about how his son is feeling than his own possible danger from said son.]