[He'd been glancing about at the different shops surrounding him with a slightly-perplexed, slightly-glum look on his face; Lightning's question startles him a bit, and the journal slips out from underneath his arm. Thankfully, he manages to catch it in his fingers, heaving a sigh.]
I'm okay. I can't take any more sitting around, though. I hate not having an arm.
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I'm okay. I can't take any more sitting around, though. I hate not having an arm.