The machine ought to be a broken ruin- if that's the only one here? They should be fine. Key word being should but Locus is still- still a beast, still bleeding- "Come on, man."

York levers himself upright, staggering back into Locus' space, hands braced on his shoulders. "We're saved, remember? Everyone else gets their shit together and we get made human again. This thing? This isn't you. No bleeding out on us, cuz that didn't happen, and you're gonna be okay and I swear to god if you don't start remembering shit right soon I don't know what I'm gonna do but it'll be fucking obnoxious, I can promise that."

Shave off his eyebrows or- something. When there are eyebrows to shave. "Tucker-"

And, well. He needs a moment because that sure is a man sliced neatly in half by a glowing fuckoff sword. "You're a badass." Just getting that out of the way. "Do you see any more of those machines?"