Jason's fingers curl more tightly into his hair, but he shakes his head. "Far as I can tell, I'm fine. No holes, nothing broken. I'm just - tired." Whether that's physically from the electrical jolt and shaking off the sedation or mentally from the strain of being resurrected once again or both, Jason couldn't even say, if questioned. He just knows that bone-deep exhaustion feels like a scarf knotted tightly around his neck, threatening to cut him off from breathing.

He releases his hair and raises his head, dragging both hands down his face when Seifer arrives. "I'm fine," he repeats, tense but not actually angry with his other brother.