"Zhoka-san," he says with exaggerated kindness, smirking, "when you and I are strolling along having a nice chat, and suddenly I find myself in the middle of a flashback, the sheep who happen to be walking by are really not the ones I'm going to hurt." Absently he digs a thumb into his his arm. Ohyesitstillhurts thatslovely. Is this slow healing a good or bad thing about being mostly human again? He's not sure.