With the damage at hand -- a couple shots through the lungs and a few deep gashes, all marred by bloodstained clothing -- there's nothing flashy about his reset, not like if he'd lost a limb. No, instead it's only a few seconds after Rey takes that step back that his chest simply rises again in an even, ordinary breath, and he lifts his head.

"I'm glad you got to test that rifle," he says, picking up exactly where he left off before he choked to death on his own blood. Levering himself up off the ground one step at a time, he adds, "But I thought you'd be a better shot than that."

Like every other time he's reset, he feels perfectly fine now. But there's no harm in giving Rey a bit of a hard time about shooting him.