[ so many voices around him. Bigby can't help but groan with every step he takes, but stubbornness still wants him to ignore their demands to make him stop. eventually, however― ]

Oh my god, fine. If it makes you all shut the... nnn, hell up about it.

[ his breathing is labored as he instead finds a rail to sit on top of, hands on his knees and bent over. Bigby doesn't look at any of them, even if Alfendi deserves a proper slap in the face for yapping off as much as he is. he can't comprehend the fact that he is the "other" side right now. ]

Unless they out themselves with some kind of... kind of accusation to me, it'll be another blind guess. [ at least he's finally trying to wipe some of the dry blood off of his mouth! ] Nothing I can think of right now. He was definitely dead, right?

[ he thinks he bit deeply enough. ]