[yuri and yuu seem to be on the same page about things. as much as he'd really rather not remember the two things that are being reflected in the mirror shards around him—one of which includes yuri drawing his sword against an adorable pink princess that is relentlessly attacking him while crying out apologies—he knows how to not let it get the better of him.

maybe it's because yuri never regrets the choices he makes, even if they suck. everything that happened was with reason, and he can face it head on. it makes it a hell of a lot easier to brush it off, or at least push down the negative feelings.

in any case, when yuu addresses him, yuri will turn to reveal that his left arm is in a makeshift sling forged from a t-shirt... he's in great shape, huh? but he'll just nod, shrugging his shoulders a bit.]

Not interested in looking, don't worry. Prying into other people's memories ain't my thing. We all got stuff that's better left where it happened. [and he assumes it goes both ways, so he doesn't bother repeating the advice back.]