[Well, one of them has to be slightly more responsible than the other here. Church settles down, the morose feeling over him like a blanket. When he looks at Junpei's arm, it's not the robotic part of it his gaze lingers on, but where it attaches to flesh.

He'd barely noticed the blood on his face, had numbly forgotten about it until he washed the makeup off.]

If you'd been a second faster, you might've been the one dead. Or maybe you would've lost more than what you did. Who knows.