He shakes his head. Realizing Jopson wouldn't be able to see when he's sitting on the other side of him, he turns his head a little so the fading bruise spread across the side of his face is a little more visible to the other, like someone definitely punched him in the face during that period of darkness.

"Similarly, though-- It is already healing. And I have had worse."

A knife in your back does put a whole lot of things into perspective in that sense.

"It could have ended a lot worse for either of us, given that some in town have passed." Were killed, more like. "We were lucky this time."

There's a slight pause. He hesitates more on saying the next part, but-- he does kind of want to say it to someone. To get it out there, rather than letting it fester within himself. And maybe Jopson might understand, given that he's used to the same world and the same standards as he is. Maybe the hint of kindness nudges the words out of Billy. "I was-- .. worried," he confesses, snuffing out the small flames dancing above his hands by moving the palms of his hands against each other. "I have found it difficult to control the strange abilities this place has given us when we get emotional. I worried that if someone pushed me too far, I might have set them on fire without wanting to do so."