[A skeletal hand reaches up to him and it's a miracle Joaquin is just tired enough to not flinch away. However, the light touch feels normal, flesh fingertips against his jaw, so the illusion is slightly broken if only for a moment.]

I never told you what my ability here is, but this eye... It's all about what this eye can see.

[He sighs. Why does this have to feel like confessing to committing a crime?]

I don't have invincibility like the Medal gave me back home. I don't know where the Medal even is or if it made its way here at all. Instead, all I can do is see things.