He didn't remember much from the time he spent in Muraki's lab. He remembered a hand stroking his chest. Lips against his throat. Single frames from a movie, no more, between the dreams.

     Aside from Touda's flames, any damage he'd sustained there was already healed by the time Watari had examined him. Everything seemed perfectly normal. No one could ever tell him whether or not the doctor had taken more than what he remembered. Good - he didn't want to know.

     If he couldn't remember, if there was no lasting damage, it was the same as if nothing had happened.

     ...Right?