[Oh. He actually got it in return. Eichi is quiet for a second, reaching after Akechi but curling his fingers into the air instead. He steps over to watch him handling the glasses. There's shards of lens pieces all over the floor, too, and Eichi has a small pile formed where he's been trying to gather everything up. It's been taking some time.]

...It may not be my place to say so, but I believe it's fine to have ambition like that. To solve it by a wish, however... Well, but what I'm saying is that it isn't your fault. This is a place where magic is possible, isn't it? I nearly had wished to be healthy. I wonder what might have happened then.

[...He takes a step closer, not touching Akechi, but hoverhanding him a little.] How could those scars relate at all? Did something come out and hurt you? I saw one man catch fire...