[ He runs a hand through his hair. ] No, I mean, I did... but if that's it I don't know what I had that could have done... this. [ Touma holds his hands up for inspection. They are both a little thicker and larger than normal, obviously, with the aging exaggerated the existing wear-and-tear. They are definitely not kids hands and he flexes the right one emphatically. ] This shouldn't be possible. [ And it bothers him, immensely. ]