[Accelerator is silent in the face of that answer, not wheedling for more information or complaining that all he's getting is two words. Given he swings wildly between too verbose and irritatingly curt, he isn't one to talk. It's an answer, anyways, something he can mull over further later when he has nothing better to do. Namely, when he's off being depressed and getting caught up in overthinking everything.

(It does sound like it might not be all that far off from almost dying, though.)

Anyways, he's figuring that since all of this has been shared with him, he should at least try and reciprocate. A little. He can do that, he's started to do this with Leo and Donnie and the world didn't end.

Accelerator sighs and responds in a very matter-of-fact tone.]

I was shot point-blank in the head. That's where the brain injury comes from. I should've died, the only reason I didn't was because of luck and a really fucking good doctor.

[He had no right surviving that night.]