[Tenka can only watch, mildly bewildered. Sousei's that upset over it?

Idly, he brings a hand up to his neck where one of the tools used to restrain the Orochi is wrapped around his neck. His fingers brush against the texture of where there scales were and are still faintly growing, though they are not as noticeable as they once were.

He's a monster and he knows it, but-]

.... It was my choice, Sousei.

And if I didn't, I wouldn't even be able to talk to you like this.

[He'd be bedridden instead.]

Our dream would be even farther out of reach.