He lets out a heavy sigh, practically sinking into his chair along with it.

"That did certainly happen." He gestures to his face. "Kind of wish it wasn't all over the internet, but I'm not surprised. He was defending a monster that I was trying to finish off."

A waitress bustles over to their table and slides another tray of tacos between the two.

"And those are my thoughts exactly: what the fuck." He repeats. "I haven't heard word of much of anyone in days, and the Protector hits me with this 'hey bring someone you trust enough to bestow with the power to kill you instantly' thing out of nowhere. I'm still reeling from, well, everything."