That's heartening. The recovery of technology means that things are better at camp now, and this means that things are better for Takeshi there. A smile creeps across William's face, all the way up to his eyes. He winds up interlocking his hands together. He wonders how the boy is doing, but when he looks at Rey, he finds himself thinking she probably isn't in the habit of caring for children. It might be an incorrect judgment, a bit of a leap, but one that he can't help but make.

And then he's distracted again by recon syndrome. Which-- he would be. William's problems had been somewhat more expansive and widely-affecting than some of the symptoms that people had suffered. "You're right," he says, nodding. "The symptoms have reduced, or at least lifted. Charles Xavier had a look in my head not too long ago, and we found out that a few things had gone back to rights. The division between me and my powers is back." Although that's a little hard to believe probably, considering he left camp months ago and seems morosely content in the company of trees and stones and acid rivers.

That, though, he apparently has in common with Rey. He peers at her a moment, recalling the way that her recon syndrome used to work. And his eyes brighten.

"You've been out here on your own too. Haven't you? The... alone time doesn't fuck you up anymore. Emotionally."