"It's fine," he says, trying to stop Ladybug from discovering where the sword entered and exited him in rapid succession. If he can convince her of this, then he can believe it, too, never mind what his traitorous body believes about physics and Miraculously sharp weaponry.

"Plagg, claws in," he says, dropping the transformation so that Hawkmoth has to stare a child in the eyes as his life leaks out of him, horror dawning on his face as he realizes what the true cost of pursuing his goals is.