In his struggle for breath, he fails to recognize him as bursts of color dot his vision forcing him to devote his full computing powers to re-establish a stable breathing pattern. Amid the task, a familiar voice cuts through his mind, snapping him back to the present, as light eyes widen in shock. His grip on his arm tightens, growing taunt, as he slowly turns to face the man that filled a great deal of his memory banks.

"... To-ny?"

His voice is soft, and like a child seeking their parent in the dark, it wavers in its delivery.