[ Even if they don't say the words, it's easy to pick up that they're confused. Yet, Lion's still trying to roll with it. It's impressive. The best he can do to get that across is grip their hand back. Ignore the numbers. It's a comfort worth the cost. There's so much more that needs to be answered, on what kind of Piece thing and why he knows its temporary - but corners have to be cut here. And that means taking it at face value.

They promised. That means it's fine. Concept is protected. Next problem.

It's not like last time: pages don't split open across flesh and there's no sense of pain. The voice even comes out clear, no strain, but slowly turns low quality with each syllable - like trying to hear something played from old gramophones, or from behind closed doors. If anything, there is only a vague exhaustion. ]

I'm easy to summon. My Concept, a sufficient magic supply, and someone who genuinely needs me. That's all. [ Later on, after waking up again, he's probably going to get mocked for that - humans make jokes about easy captures all the time - but not the time. Lion has the memories, even if they don't want to use them, and maybe knowing how it's temporary will keep them... well. Not happy. Focused. Go with focused. And hey, in the worst case, they can just grab Battler to do it. Even if he'd rather be summoned by anyone else in the world, he's at least good at it. Beggars can't be choosers.

Even when the beggars get migraines just from considering that hypothetical reality. ] ...And an espresso. Got it?