Silco can't believe that he's still moving. Honestly. Alive was one thing, and while it was not unfamiliar to him, that Sebastian's frame would look half of the way away from human, with those too-sharp teeth, and the eyes... but the hand, or was it claw, was different. He looked it over, as he watched the man try to pull himself up, using Kaeya as leverage. The fact that they were all fine was a miracle, truly. He couldn't believe that none of them had been dissipated on the spot, but still.

He was annoyed, with the way he'd been thrown. It was ludicrous, somewhat unbecoming.

However, he wasn't dead. His body was still present, and despite the cracked and bruised ribs, and perhaps a sprained wrist, he still wasn't dead.

That's three times The Thing had tried to kill him. Three times it had failed.

It had better die this time, lest he find himself threatened by it again.

He moved, gingerly, a few steps back, waiting for the two of them to catch up. He isn't getting any closer to the thing, but they need to get out. They need to get back to where they're safe, before the thing lashed out again. Silco didn't doubt that it would use the opportunity to come for him again.