[Ragna's expression darkens slightly. It's bad enough he even had to acknowledge that in front of her, but the last thing he wants is her pity. (Sympathy might be a better word, but it makes no real difference to him.) He scoffs, finishing the sentence for her.]

Not something that can be "healed"? Yeah, don't think so.

[Not that's he's actually tried, but he has every reason to believe it won't work. It would be one thing if it was a simple injury, but considering his entire arm has turned pitch-black (which he stubbornly hides beneath long sleeve and glove to spare himself people freaking out) he figures it won't be that simple.]

And we're not here for this crap anyway, so we can move on with out lives any time now.