He recovers slowly though his skin and muscle on his left side are damaged to the point he can barely move it. It heals slower than he wants to and he gathers his wits about him. That is until music fills his ears and they raise high into the air, vibrating lightly at the sound of it until they pin back sharply. His hear is too keen, too absolute to the fact that he knows. His whole body knows what this is as the familiar presence echos through him.

It makes his head bow, his knees buckle even as his fingers grasp at the back of his head. It fills his ears, his head, and his body with all of that horrid sound. He knows it is helping so he doesn't voice his complaint even as it amplifies. With the amount of damage he's taken already his body takes a large hit and he staggers as if he was standing on something solid.

"Don't... stop," he husks, his dark matter dissipating from his arm as he just drops from the damned sky.