"I..."

Only one hand had done the squeezing, and it had still been squeezing for an instant after the cup had shattered. There are nicks and cuts, and a shard of ceramic has been stabbed into the meaty base of Koumyou's thumb. The remnants of his tea is starting to mix with red as the cuts and stab start to well with blood, the latter around the piece of mug still in him.

And the priest just... stares at it.

"...I squeezed too hard, it happens."

He's a lot stronger than he looks.