Their silence on that, if nothing else, really adds to the idea they're just simulacra. Even at his most brainwashed he made conversation, and thought about the nature of his existence.

It's briefly tempting to stay up here and strategize... But he's not going to put all his energy into hovering in the air. Even as he enters the height of his arc, they're still pummeling him with all these sharp bits, and ow they're pretty accurate.

Instead, he lets go of the blue magic that burst him into the air and begins descending, aiming towards the far side of the prism than he'd come from. And he reaches an arm out, summoning a blaster to clear the ground where he'll be landing - hopefully reducing the number of clones rushing at him before he tries hitting the prism itself.