[ It takes a moment for her voice to register to Yuji, as if he's so stuck in his own grief and torment that he doesn't register another voice. He shifts, and when he turns - crying, tears staining his face, blood on his hands, torn to shreds by the dirt he'd been digging into - he stares at her, unseeing. For a moment, it's as if he doesn't recognise her at all, and then his face twists in confusion.
It doesn't... Make sense to him. It's clear that he's baffled, lost, gazing at her with a tilted head before he swallows.
He didn't want her to see this.
He didn't want anyone to see this.
Blinking at her, his head tilts. ]
March-chan, how...
[ Reaching out, he takes her hand in his wrist, careful, gentle. ]
no subject
It doesn't... Make sense to him. It's clear that he's baffled, lost, gazing at her with a tilted head before he swallows.
He didn't want her to see this.
He didn't want anyone to see this.
Blinking at her, his head tilts. ]
March-chan, how...
[ Reaching out, he takes her hand in his wrist, careful, gentle. ]
You have to get out of here. It's not safe.