[He holds his tongue. He bites his tongue. There is so much he wants to say about this, about transferal, about the wrong of innocents taking the wounds of others, and all of it is laced through red and black with his own anger.

That's not what Ardyn needs right now. That's not what they need right now. So Junpei grits his teeth, holding his fist before his mouth, and bears it long enough for the next thought.]

Are you supposed to, Ardyn? If white magic is a thing that exists, and you don't have it... is it actually on you to do this?

[With great power comes great responsibility. But Spider-man only does what a spider can.]