The insistence that he was fine was at the tip of his tongue, mingled with the worry of his body growing heavier. This was different from his encounter with Izanami, but it was equally as terrifying.

When her hands set upon his arms, it was like a breath of fresh air. Through the fibers of his clothing, bright blue marks had begun to brightly glow, then fade. One that had even begun to creep up his throat had dissolved into more of the purple dust that added to the rest all around them.

His leg, just like that, began to tingle once more. But in the next breath, it melted into everyday sensation, strength and balance. He was... cured?? What the hell just happened?

"Uhm..." He shook his head, distracted. He'll think on that later.

"Y-yeah, I'll take a look. Maybe if there's fish or somethin', there's food at least." So he'll have a look, too. He'll see himself after a minute, a heap on the floor back home, his mother frantic on the phone. Two fingers were pressed to his throat, but he wasn't moving. Wasn't breathing.

"...Wh-what the-...!? What am I lookin' at!?"