Katsuya is silent. His expression is hard to read as well- there is a sternness there, but it is marred by something akin to guilt, despair, and even longing.

He takes a deep breath. Fuck it. Fuck this, fuck....fuck everything, and-

... "...So tha's how it is huh." It doesn't feel right. The magic is gone, but the trauma is there. The tragedy, the...the pain.

He is quiet for a minute, and he doesn't look back. He can feel his cards in his pocket, Ra's pulse from the egg on his back, and he licks the inside of his lips as they crack, dried out for one reason or another. "...Great." Perfect. Well. "In tha' case, I guess 'm back t' somethin' else tha's importan'," he adds seriously.

"...Where's th' puzzle?"