Togusa's face falls as he listens, and he isn't paying attention to the way his hand drifts up to the side of his chest. There is a pad there, covering a surgical site, showing that the bullet made it through.

"It's just like.." what Togusa experienced. The two injuries are too eerily similar.

"And you can still feel it? Like, it just happened?" He looks Malik over again, more closely, but he is having trouble telling if anything has changed about him.

"Ra," still spoken with a little reverence. "Tell me about him. Just, whatever you want. It's amazing, but in a scary way." He shifts to a more comfortable position. Inside, he is dying to know the story, because the entire concept is outside of Togusa's whole way of thinking.