Add's body is still and lifeless. It's not quite decapitation, but severing the spinal cord is enough. His dynamos, scattered out of range as they may be, shudder with an eerie glow at the moment his life is ended.

... but it doesn't stay ended for long. As the black thorns disperse, Add's body flickers with a faint blue glow. There's a flash of light and—

Add gasps for breath, writhing weakly on the ground as he regains his bearings. His neck is healed, as are the broken bones—but he's still stuck with dozens of needles, and the poisoning is only marginally better right now. It'll only get worse again if it's left untreated...

He's bought himself some more time, so he can't let it go to waste. It's difficult to speak through the lingering sensation of an impaled throat, but he has to say something before Ain decides he didn't do the job right.

"I'm fine." He's absolutely not, but please don't kill him again. "Ch...Chikusa. Set a trap. Poisons. N...need help."