Alexander's pale eyes grew wider and wider as he listened. This time he did understand, and at some point he dropped the spoon abruptly into his soup. It seemed impossible for him to become much paler at the time, but he managed it, and by the time Sato had finished speaking there was really only one option that his fully human brain could stand in order to protect his fragile psyche. He fainted dead away, his eyes rolled back slightly into his head and he felt forward, his hand fell heavily on the bowl and it flipped in the air, landing on the floor in a green spatter while the spoon ended up balanced precariously on his knee. In the throes of unconsciousness, he looked peaceful once more.