[When he receives the call, he spends a long moment staring at the SFC.
What is he even supposed to think of that? What...what is he doing? When did he start caring so much? He can hardly think these days--the past couple of days have really, really taken their toll on him, and his discussion with Naoya did not go unmarked either.
He's confused, a little befuddled, and he doesn't even know why.
...because in the end, the main reason for his anger is gone--Saya didn't die. She's alive.
He goes.
The window is open, hm? Well. Some physical exercise won't do him harm in that state. The night air is something he clings to as familiar as he darts across rooftops. It's not that he's in a hurry, but rather that he needs the exertion to keep his mind off of things.
Of course. Probably.
He pulls himself up and through the window not long later and...simply stands there.
IC [tl;dr-- I mean. Action.]
What is he even supposed to think of that? What...what is he doing? When did he start caring so much? He can hardly think these days--the past couple of days have really, really taken their toll on him, and his discussion with Naoya did not go unmarked either.
He's confused, a little befuddled, and he doesn't even know why.
...because in the end, the main reason for his anger is gone--Saya didn't die. She's alive.
He goes.
The window is open, hm? Well. Some physical exercise won't do him harm in that state. The night air is something he clings to as familiar as he darts across rooftops. It's not that he's in a hurry, but rather that he needs the exertion to keep his mind off of things.
Of course. Probably.
He pulls himself up and through the window not long later and...simply stands there.
What now? A plan might have been a good idea.]