Dustin raises a sharp eyebrow at Gladio's mention of magic. Not that he doesn't believe magic exists - evidence to the contrary is all around him - but the way people use it as a means to explain away otherwise inscrutable phenomena annoys him greatly.

"And more violent," he says with a groan, pulling away the towel. The pressure seems to have stopped most of the bleeding, at least, but the whole lower half of his face is just as thoroughly red-stained as the towel is. Dustin tries to smear some of it off, mostly in vain. "We could've died. I wonder why..."

He pauses, glancing at Gladio with suddenly wide eyes.

"...Why didn't we?"