"Cendrillon, you say?" he perks up at the name. "That's the other name for Cinderella, isn't it?" He sighs as he keeps catching her gaze on his arm. His insides feel mush with shame at the fact that he's getting someone like a highschooler worried about a grown ass adult like him. Especially someone like him. It's embarassing really but its not something he would admit out loud- he's simply the type to work alone and Yoshizawa's concern, even if they are meant well, just makes him further shrink into his own shell.

"Healing my hand- well I suppose that's something out of a fairy tale," he sighs as he can still feel slight tremours in his hand when he simply lets it fall to the side. It aches like a migraine at the back of one's hand and he does not want to imagine what kind of horrors would flow once its unveiled.

"Alright, fine. I believe you," he nods ever so slowly as he balls his good hand. "Take me to this mementos. I will explain the rest of the story to you there."

After all who knows if Ren might still be here, waiting at one of the corners.