Ignatius pushed himself upright on shaky arms. He thought he hated the beaters, but he hated the captain more than anything. He would definitely write to his mother about this. Though, considering she'd been a bit weird last break, he wasn't sure she could do anything. He hated the beaters a bit less seeing as they actually seemed to care, though he was embarrassed about looking foolish in front of them. "I'm fine," he grunted, looking absolutely far from fine but at least nothing was broken. He was just bruised and nauseous. He thought he should thank Kanako, then remembered it was partially her fault he was in this position to begin with and decided against it. "Just need...water." Perhaps he had more grit than even he was aware of.