Trauma just stood there rubbing at his knuckles and thinking about how little that had helped even with everything else.

"Yes. I did" he said. Almost monotone, and watching Claudio down his nose. He couldn't remember feeling this hurt in a long time. The last time it had felt anything like this he'd shifted into having a knife in his chest and Jerry staring at him in horror.

"Tell me it was an accident." Trauma said finally after watching him for a long moment. He sounded tired and horrible in the middle of all of this. His voice was a mess of distortion and his eyes remained red even as the orange light dimmed. "Powers accidents I get- but if you-"

If he'd changed things in Trauma's head just because? He wasn't sure how he was going to deal with that.