[ look his common sense has been conditioned to anticipate someone dying every time he turns his back, you can't blame him.
The look he gives her is lingering and hard to read, eyebrows knitting together in something like uncertainty or concern or frustration (why would you just casually raise a death flag like that, why. But his jaw tightens and he faces forward to just run, focusing on not tripping on the uneven terrain.
But it's impossible to get far in this clusterfuck without encountering some baddie. Another of the phantom things suddenly cuts in front of them -- one of the ones with a sword, which means it's definite different from the one giving chase, which means the other one is still behind them, fuck -- and Shuichi moves on instinct, both hands gripping the katan's hilt as he slashes upwards. The subsequent shrieking suggests he might have actually made contact this time, but unfortunately it doesn't collapse or cease to exist or anything nearly so helpful.]
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The look he gives her is lingering and hard to read, eyebrows knitting together in something like uncertainty or concern or frustration (why would you just casually raise a death flag like that, why. But his jaw tightens and he faces forward to just run, focusing on not tripping on the uneven terrain.
But it's impossible to get far in this clusterfuck without encountering some baddie. Another of the phantom things suddenly cuts in front of them -- one of the ones with a sword, which means it's definite different from the one giving chase, which means the other one is still behind them, fuck -- and Shuichi moves on instinct, both hands gripping the katan's hilt as he slashes upwards. The subsequent shrieking suggests he might have actually made contact this time, but unfortunately it doesn't collapse or cease to exist or anything nearly so helpful.]