"No apologies necessary. I think it'll be a while before I really... need that burn, anyway." He needs to be able to think. It'll take a while before he's worked himself up into circles enough to need to stop thinking.

That said, Regis suddenly stills at that last bit of information, eyes very intense, back very straight.

"They...

"If Insomnia fell, that would be a logical conclusion, but..." The mental swearing is intense, before he swallows. His voice gets even quieter, because yelling won't help anything. It never does. "What use is it to them, anyway?"