Paying little attention to what was being said, at the moment, Tan says as he gets back on his feet: "Yes, definitely mindless." And obviously heartless, too, he thinks to himself.
Despite the pain from his wounds, Tam finds himself still holding the dagger, Darkfang. He finds himself enthralled for a moment at the make of it. It was truly a finely crafted blade. His admiration of the weapon is cut short by the continual stabs and twinges of pain from his wounds.
"Please," he says, feeling a little weak, slumping to his knees, "can someone help me?"