[He opens his eyes, his weary soul is reflected in his eyes. He looks down at his hands marred by the scars of battles he doesn't remember. He can almost feel the headache threatening. He gently squeezes her hands.]

It's...well, I won't say it's alright. But I'm used to scars. When we're not so raw from it all. I'll recite what Flynn and Yuri's counterparts told me. Their words were concerning.