Martin isn't given a chance to protest before Algric is carefully tending to the wound. It's so kind that he doesn't dare say anything once his older self has started. Except, perhaps, a quiet "sorry" for the trouble.

It's...nice. Odd, to be on the other end of his own kindness, but really nice. Warm. It's brotherly, in a way. Even if Algric has been with him the entire time, Martin has felt, in some ways, very alone from start to finish. Ready to fade away. As it is, though, his edges get a little less fuzzy.

(If he was in a much, much different frame of mind, Martin might have a quiet joke to himself about a Persona Social Link RANK UP!)

Suddenly very aware of the sensation of fabric against his back, Martin nods mutely.

"Even when you feel like you should've grown beyond it."