[ Julius stays silent through out the process, as still as stone or perhaps a tree; being as compliant a patient as he had been the previous time. While Sion works, he pays close attention to the injured area - equal parts out of curiosity and also a desire to see how far his perception can go.

Far enough to tell him the care with which his companion addresses his wound, but not far enough to tell him the minute intricacies of what would happen next. But that alone is enough. ]

You told me that I would set my own path, on that day. I wouldn't allow for my curse to dictate my actions anymore.

[ He closes his eyes briefly, relinking neurons with delicacy and a will stronger than the strength of his body. ]

I have returned them to their previous conformation.