Physically? No. [He shakes his head, grimacing at the memory.] She had some choice words for me but... She was hardly wrong.

[His hands shift, wrapping around one another and fiddling anxiously, almost. He casts a look over his shoulder, just to make sure they're still there. It's only once he's assured himself of that much that he continues...]

Eventually I collapsed. Hit my head. And while I was there, I dreamed. [He turns to face them fully.] I dreamed of home. Of how things would have been if we had stayed. Months passed. And at the end of it all, I -

[He draws in a breath. He's had to acknowledge his newfound gifts, but actually speaking the words aloud? He hasn't let himself do so.]

I killed the Phoenix.

[His eyes blaze with the claimed power, evidence enough of the truth.]