[Yeah, he's definitely noticing that chilling coldness, a flash of the person Art will eventually become, and he can't say it's not unnerving, to see the similarities there. He braces himself, the moment Art finally touches the light, the moment it flickers before fusing itself into Art once more... but there's nothing, no earth-shattering bangs, no explosions, no sudden shift in Art's demeanor, no gun pointed at him instead.]
[There's just Art, and his confusion.]
Doesn't that make sense? You don't really feel it, before you know--
[-- ahhhhhh shit no let's not talk about this, after all.]
Well, what does it matter? You got it back! It's all yours, again. 100% property of Art.