[Another wildcard has appeared. Not a face he recognizes, unsurprisingly, but no matter. Tyki can feel his pulse climbing, blood hot at the prospect of a proper fight, not at all dissuaded when his spear of Dark Matter is deflected. The weapon itself holds no value to him; he can leave it behind, where it will dissipate. Its essence is as much a part of him as his own blood.
When Kaeya speaks, however, he looks in his direction with disappointment.]
Already? Oh — well. [There's more he wants to say, but the fatigue is like a sudden wave, interrupting the track of his thoughts. Tyki wavers. He thinks that he ought to pass the Hourglass over to Kaeya, but his arms feel too heavy. His vision tilts blearily into the dark.] Hold on, give me a moment...
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When Kaeya speaks, however, he looks in his direction with disappointment.]
Already? Oh — well. [There's more he wants to say, but the fatigue is like a sudden wave, interrupting the track of his thoughts. Tyki wavers. He thinks that he ought to pass the Hourglass over to Kaeya, but his arms feel too heavy. His vision tilts blearily into the dark.] Hold on, give me a moment...
[And then he passes out cold.]