[he knew there was someone behind him. there had been footsteps -- coming from the direction of the tunnel entrance, ones he could discern among the skitter of things in the dark. but who -- or what -- had come in after him hadn't been his concern. (they're all going to die, aren't they? every single one of those people he'd wanted so badly to protect and keep safe are all... going to die, here.)
...but that voice has his footsteps slowing to a halt.
he comes to a stand-still, back to the girl behind him for a long moment... before he tilts his head far enough to look at her over his shoulder. Haruko. he has to admit -- out of all those he might have thought he'd find, it wasn't her.
his expression isn't the one of man-child priest, the foolish idiot she liked to tease (and truthfully, he might have liked the game more than appearances would express). these are cold, hard eyes of someone else.]
Get out of here, Haruko.
[regardless the reason she came -- it can't end well for her. he doesn't want to see her end like the others...]
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...but that voice has his footsteps slowing to a halt.
he comes to a stand-still, back to the girl behind him for a long moment... before he tilts his head far enough to look at her over his shoulder. Haruko. he has to admit -- out of all those he might have thought he'd find, it wasn't her.
his expression isn't the one of man-child priest, the foolish idiot she liked to tease (and truthfully, he might have liked the game more than appearances would express). these are cold, hard eyes of someone else.]
Get out of here, Haruko.
[regardless the reason she came -- it can't end well for her. he doesn't want to see her end like the others...]