[To his credit, Malik was shaking more from adrenaline and a sort of phantom pain than anything. The position couldn't really be excused, but he sits up after a minute anyway.]

I was close last time! I know I can do it. [Malik gives a lazy flick of his hand, returning Twin-Headed Behemoth to his card.

Sitting pensively a moment, Malik starts to idly inspect the rather ugly scars on his arm, and then trails down to looks scornfully at the ones on his midriff.] I'm a mess...

Keh keh keh... [He raises his hands, wringing the air.] But there isn't any price too great for freedom.