Matias sat up more, his eyes meeting Bane's in a confused attempt at bravery.

"Don't 'kid' me," he growled back, "I'm well about to be forty soon. You have to admit that she's slipped a few times anyway. Nobody's perfect, dog man."

The bug landed on one knee, head lowered. It got up slowly, one arm wrapped around its ribs. One quick flick of its crumpled wings later, it looked up at Midnight.

"REPAIRS ARE NOT NECESSARY," it signed, "A SIMPLE REST WILL MEND MY INJURIES. BUT PLEASE PICK UP MY WEAPON. I CAN'T BEND OVER AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO ME."

It wrapped its arm back around and started hobbling towards the house.