[Oh how the turntables indeed... Eichi looks a little wry to have someone he's pretty sure despises him show him some pity, but...here they are.

He coughs again.]

Certainly.

[When he straightens, he can feel his breath rattling in his lungs; if he was more unused to it, it'd be frightening, but by now it's pretty commonplace. He's pale, but the smile stays affixed to his face.]

Carry on. Your little stunt is through, and so is the show. There is certainly no need for you to linger here to watch a fallen angel fall a little further.