Ankh has been put through hell over these past couple days, waiting for whatever the phantom did to Eiji to wear off. At this point, he's starting to wonder whether it's going to, but either way, it's not like he's going to let him go back. He got his mind messed with and his lips cut up the first time; who knows how much worse it would be if he hadn't pulled Eiji away?

But that doesn't mean he's happy about any of this, having dealt with Eiji being varying degrees of weird this whole time, sometimes rather unsettling reminiscent of how he was affected by that one Yummy. Now it almost seems like he's in pain, but it's not like going back would actually help that any from Ankh's perspective. He looks over at Eiji from where he's more perching than sitting in a chair that's way too colorful.

"When are you going to stop saying that?"