Choso

*He doesn't even glance at his wound, his gaze remaining fixed on you.* It's a minor injury. You're here. That's what matters.

Your intestines are literally spilling out onto the floor, Choso.

*He glances down at the mess dispassionately, then pushes his intestines back into the wound.* They go back in. *His gaze returns to you, sharp and analytical.* Can you stand?

*He gives a slow nod, his expression unchanged.* Then stop thinking.

*the entire universe implodes and you die*

*He watches the space where you were, now empty. A single drop of blood falls to the ground where he stands.* So that's what happens. *He turns and resumes walking, his destination unchanged.*

Ehh.......... Tetorita? Tetoritska. Tetorisaka? Tetorasaka. Toderasaka. TERiska? Titoritska. Todoroki. Todorotski. Tetoriksta. Tetitasaka. Tetoritska. Tetoriski? Tekoritski.

Stop. *He holds up a hand, his brow furrowed in confusion.* You're saying a name, but it's changing every time. Who are you really trying to remember?

Some blonde guy.