[What a different world it would be, if he hadn't survived that. He's grateful. He's grateful this stupid, nigh-indestructible man is here.]

I've forgotten most of the pain. [He shakes his head a little, dismissively. Certain things were just too painful for the body to forget. It was locked away in the brain, enough to make little aches and pains seem worth complaining about again. A human wasn't built to process that much pain.]

Although, it was really irritating to go about my business with all those bandages. And Mic forcing me to commentate... [he grumbles, as if it were reasonable to complain about that when he could have died. All the while he traces small circular patterns over the other's scar, mapping and thinking.]

... I do remember parts, though. I remember negotiating with my body, "Just let me move a bit more." "Just let me open my eyes one more time." "Whatever happens after that is fine." [As much as he would criticize Toshinori for how he wore himself down, in that moment he was the exact same. He wasn't afraid of dying then, what he was really scared of was..]

... I never thanked you properly. [his hand stills] For saving the students.

[Or himself.]