"Yes, but he has to write it down and show us. Apparently, as you can see here, if he attempts to tell us verbally that he used [Redo], he dies. Gruesomely." Celestina's face scrunched up slightly.
"His tongue falls out, or something close to it. Poor guy."
Hearing that, Azriel snapped out of his daze and let out a slow breath.
'So... it is not quite like my [Redo].'
"He always returns to the very same point in time, like a checkpoint in a video game. But we do not know what happens if he dies this time, since he has never gone this far before."
Azriel felt an odd wave of relief wash through him at that, and he blinked several times as the realization settled in.
'Am I feeling... jealous?'
The thought brought every other thought in his mind grinding to a halt for several seconds.
'...How deeply twisted is that.'
