Gyre drops to his feet and wobbles there, trying to figure out if his legs are going to collapses or not. He would like very much to lay down, and as he begins to breathe again, he's mostly sucking the air in through his teeth. Ow.

This is to say, he doesn't really respond to anything going on here for a long moment. His eyes dart from Five to Fen to Twelve laid on the ground, and it takes him a long time to even process what anyone said. Is Twelve pretending to be dead? Why? Why did it feel like he was in the air when he's still in the exact same spot?

"You..." he begins, trying to get his brain back on the ground, trying to ignore the pain. But after several more seconds, all he can thinks to say is, "What?"