The irony was not lost on Finn, though he tried to push it further away every time the thought wanted to remind him. He'd made it to the lower waist without losing his resolve or energy even if his hands were covered in blood. At this point, the wound seemed shallower, so he was much more relieved that Kylo's life wasn't presently in danger anymore.

He shook his head to focus, figuring the adrenaline must have been getting to him another way. It was difficult to breath, the environment and recycled air suddenly stifling. Even Poe's voice seemed so far away. He forced himself to blink hard and refocus on the task, not allowing his hands or eyes to stray into those baffling corners.

Putting his attention there and nowhere else, he struggled with the rip in Kylo's pants to get it open enough for him to heal the rest of the damage. It was just weird to have to fight to keeps his mind on the subject, even while he ignored everywhere else it wanted to go.