[ Yuta is there, but his presence is not apparent at first because he is the little boy, reliving his first loss, staring down in abject horror where Rika is clutching at his legs. This is the moment where he should scream, draw the attention of bystanders, realize that no one else can see what he's seeing and have his horror be compounded. He doesn't, no shriek is torn from his throat, because there is the sound of someone crying and it tugs on his attention in a strange manner that he finds he can't ignore.
Against all odds, he manages to tear his gaze away from Rika to turn his head and see the source. His horror is replaced with confusion — a sense of this being all wrong, not how it's supposed to be, the deviation chafing against the memory — and then a spark of recognition, awareness starting to breach his terror-stricken mind. The little boy blinks. ]
... Hunter-kun?
[ Soft and unsure, on the very edge of realization but not tipping over just yet. ]
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Against all odds, he manages to tear his gaze away from Rika to turn his head and see the source. His horror is replaced with confusion — a sense of this being all wrong, not how it's supposed to be, the deviation chafing against the memory — and then a spark of recognition, awareness starting to breach his terror-stricken mind. The little boy blinks. ]
... Hunter-kun?
[ Soft and unsure, on the very edge of realization but not tipping over just yet. ]