[Of course it's those words that register. Those words that pull his attention back down to earth, so to speak. His frame shakes a few times, shuddering, really.]
[His head falls back, and his expression is that same hollow, lost look he'd had since the news smashed into him.]
Heal.
Right.
[It's not really a laugh that follows. It's too bitter, too fractured, to be anything like laughter. It does nothing to ease the trembling tension. His fingers tighten into fists, scraping over Mirage's armor as if trying to find a hold. Something to grip.]
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[His head falls back, and his expression is that same hollow, lost look he'd had since the news smashed into him.]
Heal.
Right.
[It's not really a laugh that follows. It's too bitter, too fractured, to be anything like laughter. It does nothing to ease the trembling tension. His fingers tighten into fists, scraping over Mirage's armor as if trying to find a hold. Something to grip.]
[Something real.]
Like it's easy.