Now aware of the taste of blood in his mouth, Dylan swipes the backs of his knuckles over his nose. They come away bloody and he finds, even without the warning beforehand, he's not particularly surprised. Not with the headache he's nursing. "Yeah, apparently the whole Voice of Legion thing wasn't my best idea."

Never mind the fact that he'd do it again in a heartbeat, if he had to go back.

"I'm gonna go ... " Go clean up. He gestures back over his shoulder, in the direction of the door, the bathroom beyond it, and pulls himself to his feet slowly. Rather than immediately duck out, however, he holds his non-bloodied hand out to Merritt, to help him up, and oddly, despite the fact that they're no longer connected, in time with Daniel and Henley moving to help, too. Seems something of them, all of them together, is lingering.