York grimaces at that -- he's not even wearing gloves -- but puts it aside like he would for anyone else and eases Tarn back down to the cot.

"You really do. Unless this is how you want to die. Look around, Tarn." Because that's what's happening to the majority of these people. They're dying. Maybe they should just... let it happen, with how intent Tarn seems to be on ending all of them, despite being an organic right now himself....... but York just isn't comfortable with that. He sighs, reaching over for a cloth to wipe Tarn's face off. He's less gentle about it than he would be with any of the other patients. "What'll it be?"