No, no, it's fine. I don't have anyone else to talk to about it and probably won't really try to. I'll just, you know, keep all that shit burned into my skull for the next five centuries.

[An awkward silence. Nathan puts an arm underneath his head.]

Hey. If I said anything...

[He's sorry? Well, no, that's stupid. It wasn't HIM, so he shouldn't apologize.]

Forget about it. I'm glad your face is back to normal.

[That didn't really come out quite right but you know what he means.]