Honestly... Cora could talk about anything at all, and Law wouldn't really mind either way. What is important is his voice — as long as he can hear him, it doesn't matter what his mind tries to convince him of. He knows where he is, and what he's doing... and remembers why it's important he stay conscious.

"At least we know what it can do," he mutters, wincing as he needs to bend lower to reach the rest of his wound.

He keeps at it until there's only a few stitches to go... and then, suddenly, all the buzzing inside his head is gone. It's like something suddenly rights itself in his head.

Attention shifting away from his task at hand, Law looks up, eyes wide. Did they...?