That's good, at least. His shoulders slacken a little. It's still unbelievably messed up, though, and he has something he wants to say about it.

"I don't know if it would work, but..." He rubs his shoulder. "If you get poofed again, or anything like that... I wanted to say that I could try fixing it? Or... putting it back together."

He adds a quick disclaimer:

"I don't know if I could change what they did, but I wanted you to know that I'm willing to try. If you want me to."