[It's immediately obvious, even before Kurogane explains, that this isn't a real arm made of flesh and blood. There's no give to it. Even through his gloves Fai can feel the difference--it's like a soft glove covering an arm made of cast iron. And yet it moves the way it's supposed to, responds the way it's supposed to--]

My magic?

[He can't help it; it doesn't make any sense, and yet Fai instantly moves one hand to his own face, leaving the other on Kurogane's wrist. He hasn't traded the rest of his magic away, he can still feel it. There wasn't time. He doesn't remember making that deal with Yuuko... though he would have, gladly, had he simply had the time. Had he even known Kurogane was still alive, been able to see him after escaping the prison of his own magic.

It doesn't make any sense.]

I don't understand... I never made that deal. You pulled me from the curse and then... I was here. It can't have been me.

[Unless something has gone very wrong with their ability to cross worlds. Or something has gone wrong with time itself. He drops the hand from his face, still absent-mindedly clinging to Kurogane with the other.]

What is this place?