And please excuse Egor as he did the only thing that felt right: throw that gun at Illyana and yank his hands back. Really fast.

"You're not feeding my anything to anything," he said, clutching those attached hands to his chest. "Have you dumb-dumbs completely missed the precious science of time loops?"

He didn't want to die, because dying seemed painful, but he knew he'd be back tomorrow. And that little reminder snapped him out of his terror.