His reflexes have slowed enough that she manages to grab his collar, and as he lifts his hands to try to pry hers off, her words hit their mark. He's asked himself the same question, after all, over and over. He would be dead otherwise, is the response he always gives himself, and sometimes it even comforts him.
To this strange, angry Futaba, he says, "Where is he?"
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To this strange, angry Futaba, he says, "Where is he?"