They'd be the same—so he didn't need to lose anything. He could still be himself. He could still feel, just like Mithos did. Even if his sense of touch and pain disappeared, he could keep who he was on the inside.

He wondered if he really believed that. His eyes started to water, and he quickly wiped his face on the back of his arm. No, he'd be okay. Mithos said before that as long as they didn't lose their sense of purpose, the angels wouldn't forget who they were. It was going to be okay. He needed to remember that it'd be okay.

"I- I'm glad. That we'll both be the same." Though he was still terrified. "I trust you, Mithos."