[ He groans and ducks his head, rubbing his right hand over his face as it scrunches up, embarrassed. ]

You'll never let me forget that, will you?

[ With a memory like hers? Absolutely not.

Carefully, he draws his left leg up and loops his artificial arm around it, testing the way it feels to move and bend this way. ]

Does it help that I think you're very scary now? We haven't even been here that long, and you've grown so much stronger. We all have.

[ In this, at least, he can be satisfied, take some amount of pride: it's the Lumina Converter that allows them to grow stronger, after all. He feels a bump of warmth and pleasure at his own success every time they win through another fight and the little light of it glows with chroma, dispersing it out to the expedition members.

If the others had lived, they'd have been unstoppable. He knows that now, when he'd only believed it before. ]

Yes. A very good team.