[Now is not the time to ponder the mysteries of the meat cube. Varian doesn't want to ponder them. He dreads to think what's coming next because he was really not expecting meat. A cube of fire? A cube of weasels? A cube of cubes? Anything was possible because Gilgamesh is that unhinged.

He considers Jun turning the question on him, then goes back to hammering his piece of metal. ]

No. I'm not okay.

[He hits it a few more times, before pulling it up with the tongs, dropping it into a bucket of water, which hisses angrily as steam rises up from it. He watches it for a moment, before turning his attention back to his partner.]

...Yeah. I got that impression. Well. He got what he wanted, and now we both feel like crud. Hope he's happy.