Toushirou, of course, found the cold downright comfortable. Or as comfortable as anything could be right now. Hearing that Sublime wasn't going to be unfreezing in the near future was helpful; he honestly hadn't been sure whether he'd killed the man or just put him in stasis. All he'd been concerned with in that moment had been surviving, and there had been no specific intent to kill Sublime. Just to stop him, however that came about.

So it was over, it seemed. That got him to sheathe his blade.

He'd almost forgotten about his injury until Martha mentioned it. "Just a scratch on my arm. It's nothing bad."