[He can feel himself get more and more lightheaded as the blade slides out of his chest, but the visceral feeling of a piece of him being drawn out of him still consumes his being. It's as if all of his confidence and trust in her is manifesting into one spot, and Tartaglia chooses to concentrate on feeding it more rather than to drift off into some sort of comatose state. But in the same moment, suddenly the sensation of himself being pulled outward stops, and he regains the soothing warmth that their bond creates back into his body. After a second, his eyes readjust and he looks down at Yoimiya in confusion, not really understanding what just happened.

It seems as if she'd failed in taking the weapon out.]

It's okay, why don't you try it again? It's a brand new technique, and I find it a little unreasonable to expect you to get it right the first time.

[Unaware that she'd lost her focus because of what the weapon was, he guides her hand to his chest again.]

Go ahead. I'm still alright to give it some more shots. It only puts me in a trance-like state while you're doing it, but I should be fine momentarily after you remove it.