He looked down at the word as if it might help him remember, and tapped his fingers slowly against the top of the table. There was no end of frustration in his condition, in knowing something was wrong with him and that he was never going to reach the state he'd been before, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try his damned hardest with everything he had, when it mattered.

"... No." Mituna rubbed his free hand up against the bridge of his nose as he said that word, slowly. "They're thpiderth. Right?"