"I don't know!" he squeaks, temporarily forgetting he's supposed to be the calm, rational one right now.

(Who is he kidding, he hasn't been that since he took on this face.)

"It's just..."

He pulls away his hands and holds them, palms up. There's a sheen of regenerative energy there, glistening like sweat. "I'm just not done," he admits.

"You did take awhile to go into the regeneration," Coro says. "Maybe that's why it's taking so long to come out on the other end."