Togusa bristles, his patience far shorter than normal right now. "What the hell else was I supposed to say? How else does a kid lose an arm in a damn afternoon!" He puts the coffee cup down and runs a hand through his hair in frustration as he takes a long breath out. But he does listen. Fynn's not the person to be angry at.

Togusa slowly looks at Fynn in curiosity, melting some of the helpless feeling at the whole situation. He is remembering something similar? "fal'Cie?" He tries to repeat the unfamiliar word. "Something like what your brother can do?" He is slowly piecing together the picture of the world that the two of them (presumably) come from.

But Fynn's last comment is unnerving. Like Togusa can't just take the credit for this. "It'll have been one of the few good things Retrospec's done," he mutters.