It's five words that end up getting to him in the end. 'You're going to be fine.' Something he'd completely given up on the moment he started to seriously question things. One didn't just leave, not when they were in as deep as he was. He'd had no chance of survival, no hope except for revenge, and the constant fear of being found out before he could manage even that.

And now, well.. he was going to be fine. One thing he hadn't planned on. And he isn't sure if he's going to laugh or cry, and finds himself unable to respond as he tries desperately not to break down and do either.

And it's that look that gets to Mikoto, though it looks so out of place to her on someone with black hair instead of silver. She remembers seeing Kuja like that at times, and how it would become worse if allowed to. And before she even realizes she's doing it she sits on the edge of the bed.

"You need to rest. Healing spells are for physical injury, not exhaustion." Her tone was as clinical and calm as ever. "You still need to recover. I can not promise it will help the situation to make more sense, but it will help with adjusting to it."