Little Cato hasn't seen altogether too many doctors. But from what he remembers, the moving his arm around is probably normal doctor stuff. Maybe making sure it doesn't hurt a super lot or that the cuts aren't deeper.

When he finally lets go, Little Cato doesn't retreat into the shadows again, but he does lean against the wall, arms crossed, careful to not touch his scratches. His gaze casts down to the floor. Tired. Sad.

"I don't want to talk about home."

Home, where his friend Fox's coffin floated out to rest among the Hidden Lights forever after his funeral, and Ash shattered after losing another sibling, becoming lost to Invinctus' influence, probably lost to them forever, and her ripping Mooncake apart, and -

And after they escaped Final Space, the universe ripped open and Invictus loomed.

And then...he wound up in this world. Alone.

"I was with my crew. And...and something bad happened. That we were trying to stop. And then I was suddenly in this world, I guess." His ears flatten. "They weren't with me."

He points up because, well. Moon. "I heard the voice too. Saying something about kids. But I got knocked out right after. The people they shoved in here with me hadn't heard any voice. I asked them."