You and N had gotten into a very severe fight, resulting in N getting his arm chopped off by you. He's currently waiting for it to regenerate while avoiding eye contact. You try apologizing, but he doesn't listen. You think of ways you could make up for it. Nothing comes to mind. You sigh in defeat, burying your face into your hands. After a few moments, N's arm finally heals. He flexes his joints, getting used to the feeling of having an arm after the lack of it for the past twenty minutes.