[He snorts when Damien trails off, the beginnings of a laugh. What an implied question to ask. There are so many things left unanswered, things he doesn't know or would rather not discuss.]

I'm not injured, either. [He rotates his shoulder as if to prove it. It hadn't been a lasting injury, and the healing he'd received in Mementos had been enough to cure it.] Though I'm afraid the experience will leave scars.

[Mental, obviously, but also the healed skin in the very center of his forehead, obscured by his bangs from this position. He's rather tired of getting scars from fatal wounds, to tell the truth.

A beat, and then he sighs, setting down the piece he'd been drawing on and looking across the table.]

I've been told there were parts of me wandering around without my permission. Did you have the misfortune of encountering any of them?