... She doesn't hate me, so I don't think she would've done this on purpose.

[Because he remembers going home and things immediately going to shit. Things are in fact, worse than ever, moreso than the chaos going on here. Now that he's getting a minute to dwell on it, he's noticing an aching deep in the pit of his stomach.

Last Order's condition hasn't been fixed. Whatever that nun did on September 30th was only temporary....]

It's fine. I can encourage cell regrowth. [He's mumbling that absently. It isn't a big deal, really.

Now that he's all bandaged up he slumps back in his chair.] You two won't believe me if I told you.