Though he appreciates her sense of urgency, he finds himself lost for a moment, staring at one of his hands. He makes note of the little nicks and old scars of imperfect flesh, something that has only been reasserting itself recently, drawing a sharp contrast to the flawless white he'd been reborn with all those weeks ago.

While some might enjoy the loss of those blemishes, the idea of it had made him sick to his stomach. It had been with great relief that the familiar markings of his body had returned - a reminder that his identity had not been completely shorn from him.

But if the Regent was right...

He tries to shake it off. He's bothered Himeka with this enough already, and he knows that there's nothing she can do about it. There are more important things than the possibility of his slowly encroaching demise.

... Well, maybe he doesn't make a very good case for himself, thinking of it like that. He raises his gaze to meet hers, his expression blank with that internal resolution.

"'Tis nothing. Lead, and I will follow."