Yes, I remember. It's still difficult for me to believe it.

[But he pulls his hand back and takes his hat off, setting it on the back of the sofa with a little toss. The blanket's pulled over him with the other, legs folding themselves up before him with his feet resting on the very edge of the seat. With his height, it looks a bit odd but he seems to be as comfortable as he can be.]

I would have liked my own scythe back, but it isn't also a person. I do miss it some, all the same. [Dropping his head some, his bangs shift forward and partly out of his face. Half of one yellow-green eye peers at Kid in profile, still glowing faintly.]

And how did you know I'm near sighted?