"I can imagine," though evidently he's not feeling that same problem in the flesh— so to speak. He may look exhausted, worn, even pitiful, but there's definitely no trace of pain in his expression or pose, not even a vague flicker. Something she soon picks up on, and he shakes his head in answer to her question.

"It doesn't hurt, no. Neither my eyes, nor my heart." Thankfully so. He can't even begin to imagine how unbearably painful it would be if his heart literally hurt with each beat— and that's even without considering how something like that might trigger a transformation. "And I've been here... well, since I got this." He gestures to his own face. "I'm not really in a state to be walking around the ship."