Don't talk in such a way! I don't blame anyone for being unable to help. Ryou and I... we lived through it. We survived and recovered. Compared to the alternative, I'm willing to put up with the damage I took...

[He stretches out, leaning his head on the back of the couch.]

Ryou represses his feelings on the matter, so I can't tell you how he feels... I doubt it's good. Even those hobbies of his are troublesome now, with the lack of feeling in this hand.

[Lifting it above him, he flexes his fingers slowly, studying the eerie whiteness of the damaged skin. It's clear that there's still motor problems with them; one of them doesn't bend fully when he tries to command it to. Even magic can't heal this sort of thing. It's far too late.]

But it doesn't hurt anymore. There's nothing but an inconvenience from them now.