"There was a guy who didn't like me. He brought twelve friends." That has the chirpy, speedy delivery of a canned answer- it's certainly not the truth, at any rate. No, the truth is, Eight mangled his legs while chasing down yet another alternate black org, and was rather lucky to get in and out of the hospital without extra injury.

The scarred, wheelchair-bound man smiles up at Saguru some more, wondering when the man will notice that his hair has turned a violent shade of pink, with equally loud stripes of green, orange, and yellow through it.