[As he watches him shuck his coat off, he finally notices the sword, and Oriya flashes to mind, which causes a slight lump of undeterminable emotion to settle in his stomach to remember his friend. Not sadness or regret, but perhaps frustration.

It’s definitely frustration that he feels throughout his explanation of the Malnosso and the wings, but that vanishes after he calls it “Hell.” A surprising sensation of nothingness washes over him.]

Hell?

[He snorts at first, and then the short burst of air through his nostrils turns into a laugh. He runs his hand through his bangs and covers his fake eye with his palm. That is a little more intentional than it seems.]

If I’m in a place that adds another blatant weakness to the human form, then I will have to agree with you.

[He drops his hand and accepts the coat with the other, smiling at him.] I appreciate it.