[ It's with a nod that he silently confirms his own intent. Yes, that was a shot aimed very pointedly. He knew the significance and wanted to cut through any confusion on how out of sorts this whole ordeal was making him feel. As disoriented as he seemed, his emotions inside were even worse. Harder to parse. Nearly violent for the refusal to accept.

And yet— ]

That's why I came to you for help. There's no use running away from it, but... "getting used to it" isn't the half of it.