Andrew sucks in a breath at the sight of his duplicate, feeling his heart thud faster. He reaches over again like he's going to take him from Edgar, but stops short and pulls his hand back again, really not wanting to jostle the little one. "Not good," he mutters. "Very very not good, what did you do to yourself, Andrew?"

"...Hit my head," replies the smaller one, surprising him by being conscious.

"Well, obviously," says Andrew sharply. Drawing in a ragged breath and rubbing his eyes, he says to the others, "I could absorb him -- if what happened earlier holds true, the injury won't be as bad once it's diluted by combining with the bigger, uninjured me. I just don't know how 'not as bad' it'll be -- there's no guarantee you wouldn't end up having to carry me, and I'd be bigger."