Matt slid an admonishing, hard glance over at Cassidy at the quip, disliking the casual, bitter tone in the face of someone Matt cared about dying, but the indignation was tempered by the shallowly breathing man in his arms and the need to mark where his feet were going.

"You aren't the first one to put him on the edge of death here," he replied stoically, eyes on the path. "There's.."

Now that Matt thought back on it, he hadn't had time to ask He Ming what had happened. The lean man was smooth with his manipulation and it was only the thought of it now that let him see. His feet slowed to a stop and he stared sharply down at He Ming.

"I had meant to ask him," Matthew continued, voice now dark but far away as he vocalized his realizations to loop Cassidy in as well as get them out into the air. "But he distracted me. Used my guilt as an emotional hook - merde."

The swear was more present sounding then the rest. "He's not like the rest of them. I don't know how, mon ami, but he's not wholly human. He's too good." Matt looked over at Cass then, to give a little more context.

Apparently, He Ming and the Healers had dropped in priority.

"You may or may not have noticed that when I talk to people, they generally agree with me. A power of my own, not terribly dissimilar in theory to your Jesse. It's a valuable tool, one I can't control, but use nonetheless - he must have something similar. What were you guys talking about?"