"Perfectly so," is the dry response. The summary is vivid, to be certain, but also the kind of thing that Chiron suspects he's happier not having exacting specifics on. Except the outer space thing, that's interesting. "Simply floating in the ether up there, or contained?"

With the fingers gone, Chiron wastes absolutely no time in cleaning the injury again, careful not to jostle his own handiwork. It's holding, and the real question on Chiron's mind is how long it'll take for all the bits of thread to be pushed out of Midnighter's body.