Yuuhi had no logical explanation for why he was still here. It still felt surreal, like a dream, or more precisely, a nightmare. Waking up in that cold metal box, slowly bleeding out on the table, weak and helpless. His eye missing, taken away or given to his own doctor. Thinking back on it still made him feel sick. Was that the price?

Things shouldn't be so simple, he'd be the first to admit. Death could so rarely be undone, even if it was what he'd been searching for. Somehow he managed to keep living, though his brother had only been given one chance. Why couldn't he give up his sight before to the witch to bring back Fai? If that was all there was to pay, he'd have gladly done it. Or was it just the result of some failed experiment. Was he to be pieced away by the doctors or would he turn on the others one night without knowing how or why? There was no way of knowing what'd happened in that empty gap of time.

"What does it change? I'm the same as always, aren't I?" he asked, giving a shrug and looking for the easy way out once more. What did Yue want him to say? Yes, he'd died and somehow come back, but what'd been done was fixed. Damaged maybe, but still whole.

He shook his head, trying to free his mind of the oppressive thoughts. It was the last thing he wanted to be thinking about. He set a careful smile on his lips, fragile now, but too frightened of what might happen if it slipped. "Anyway, I guess it rules out the basement? Or are there other rooms to explore? At least you can mark that room off the list of possible exits, right?"