Sort of. A scorched pendant gripped so hard that it might as well be a piece of him.

"Am I that transparent?" he says, hissing as he feels one of the broken shards inside his delicate innards shifting around. "No, I'm trying to ground us, Raju. I'm trying --"

He's not the only one feeling helpless here.

He shakes his head gently and lets Raju position him a little closer to the fire. "Mutiny implies authority, a collective. There's nothing like that here. There's nothing to mutiny against."