There's a silly sort of irony there that makes Roland laugh wryly. "I suppose we were both powerless there, Ichigo. In different ways. I don't want to discredit what you went through, either."

He keeps still as Ichigo paces, arms still crossed and back resting against the wall. "Right. Magic goes a long way, I guess. I had more energy. I was back to how I looked like twenty years ago." His voice drops a cadence as he stares at his hands. It almost seems like he's retelling a real story, not his actual life. "...I wasn't worried about myself, though. Not by a long shot."