Yeah, it could have gone worse. It could have gone a lot worse. That doesn't mean he's particularly enjoying this outcome. No, not because they apparently won. Not because it's done, and Dean came through in the clutch. That's all very good.

"If we're all in one piece..."

He'd love to look over his squad here. Make absolute sure everyone's on their feet, not horribly damaged in some way. Shepard, he can hear laughing. Dean, though, he can't actually see. Or hear. And why not?

Because the bloom of light illuminates an absolute dogpile of wax figures. Several of them with their hands clamped down around various pointy bits of his anatomy, so if he pulled away, it would be painful. Even if they're just wax. One has its hands holding onto his fringe so tight it's pulled his head upward, looking square at the ceiling.

"... I could use a hand. An actual, human hand."