He breathes deep again, tries to draw up the strength for effort, of trying to communicate and answer when everything his mind and body screams that he can't, he's not allowed. It brings a pain. It's hard enough to hurt physically, the ghost of sensations done on him in a state of pan-warping.

He manages one single shake of his head. It could easily be a shudder. It's followed by a real one.

No, he can't say nothing.