Slowly, he closed his eyes and tried to imagine the blackness behind his eyelids was that soothing darkness that he had fallen into before he had woken up on that strange floor. It wasn't as soothing as he remembered it, but it allowed his burnt ears to pick up the subtle shift of papers nearby.

"If I'm sleeping, wake me," he murmured softly. "I would like to see you when you arrive." He chapped lips pulled in a vain attempt at a smile, but the skin broke and began to bleed. He didn't even wince. "Thank you for coming to visit today, Yuri."