( Extremely useful... It's silly, but that brief little comment from a man he doesn't even know makes him feel... What does it make him feel? This guy looks nothing like his own father, as large and built as he is, as strong and muscular, but there's something in the stern, no-humor seriousness of him that's similar enough to give him a pause. If he thinks on it too long, he can almost start to imagine the idea of his own father saying even a single offhand comment amount to that—

And he decides from that it's uncomfortable. That it feels off in some way, or wrong, and he takes a little longer untangling the bandages for it as he tries to refocus. )

It felt like something was inside of my mind, my memories... Physical yet not, rifling through things that didn't belong to anyone but me, until I passed out.

( Finally, he moves over to begin bandaging Enji slowly, carefully. Not with the practice of an actual nurse, as he has to double back and relay some parts, but still fine enough in the end. )

Only for a few seconds, mind you. When I woke up, I had a terrible nosebleed, a gushing one. It was relatively minor, these retaliations, all things considered, but I don't know why it wanted to see my mind and memories like that.