Donnie's fingers tighten around his arms, and he has to loosen the ones gripping around his bandage. He's not really surprised at Accelerator's words, and nor can he argue with it. The esper's blunt as he usually tends to be, and even if it stings to hear, it's not completely unbearable. He wasn't sure he was looking for pity anyway.

"...is that what it is?" Fear? He genuinely has no clue. His feelings have been all over the place and they've all been so solidly negative that Donnie hadn't been able to categorize them.