[ Matt has been staring into space for the last little bit, to be honest. Part of him half-wants to relive that moment he can't account for, when everything he is seemed to go offline. Was that nonbeing? Other pieces of him are easier to wrap his head around: He's relieved that Estinien isn't suffering anymore, freed from the Innocence and reduced down to his one essential component. He feels ... a strange non-closure over the Innocence herself, like, can that really be it? Is it over?

J's approach is something Matt almost feels rather than sees or hears. The strange consonance in their natures, Visionary to Visionary, feels stronger than it ever has, like a string Matt could pluck to hear the sound. A warm hand settles onto his shoulder, producing a momentary tension that loosens to relief. J's warm voice comes a moment after. ]

Hi, [ he says, glancing up to meet his gaze. ] I'm sorry ... I meant to check on you too, but things got--kind of busy. [ His lips quirk ruefully. ] I'm okay now. Better than ever, in some senses.

[ He remains horrified by Estinien's appearance before the execution. Those six spears piercing him so cruelly, the candle stubs of his limbs. But if there's a place to voice that feeling, the Regent's throne room is definitely not it. ]

What about you? You didn't get hurt when the Pleroma came, did you?