Naoto turns her head to see him stumble past. She has a split second to decide what to do.
She believes in him.
She looks forward instead of behind. The screaming horror reaches forward with tendrils to try and grab Souji, but she shoots them down before they can touch him. Make an opening. That was always how they worked.
Yousuke stands ahead, knife in hand, completely intending to be the first one to fall. It was more than just being his duty as second in command. He wanted to. He wanted to protect Souji. He heard the pain in his shadow, and he knew how much it hurt. Whatever was inside of him, even if he didn't understand. Souji was there for him then and he'd be there for him now.
How did that give him the courage to face this? He had to grin a little in spite of himself.
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Naoto turns her head to see him stumble past. She has a split second to decide what to do.
She believes in him.
She looks forward instead of behind. The screaming horror reaches forward with tendrils to try and grab Souji, but she shoots them down before they can touch him. Make an opening. That was always how they worked.
Yousuke stands ahead, knife in hand, completely intending to be the first one to fall. It was more than just being his duty as second in command. He wanted to. He wanted to protect Souji. He heard the pain in his shadow, and he knew how much it hurt. Whatever was inside of him, even if he didn't understand. Souji was there for him then and he'd be there for him now.
How did that give him the courage to face this? He had to grin a little in spite of himself.
"Come on, ugly! I'm over here!"