[ Like she cares how callused and torn his hand is, she would reach for it again and again if it means she has that assurance that he isn't going anywhere. That he's still here in whatever sort of Hellscape this is with her. Still, it's funny, all this time she saw herself as needing him to look out for her; that the disparity between the two of them was so great that it was insurmountable.
Maybe she's just too trusting, but seeing him follow without question, it becomes abundantly clear that he might rely on her as much as she does on him.
If he remembers the path she takes (of course he does), he will notice that Hibiki is leading back to her Door. Her shadow's litany of paranoid rambling and pleading is met with silence from her. If he means to do her harm, then he would find a way to do that eventually, but she refuses to leave his side like this. Kaito would do the same for her--has done the same for her--and he isn't the only one who needs the reassurance that the other won't just disappear.
Reaching the Door, Hibiki reaches for the knob with her left hand before briefly pausing to look at one of the care packages that hadn't been taken with a very confused look on her face. (They have postal service out here?) Whatever, she'll investigate later. Taking a deep breath, Hibiki pushes the door open, a small foyer to an older-style Japanese building welcoming them.
D̶o̸n̶'̶t̶!̶
With a determined nod, Hibiki takes a step inside--pulling him along with her. ]
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Maybe she's just too trusting, but seeing him follow without question, it becomes abundantly clear that he might rely on her as much as she does on him.
If he remembers the path she takes (of course he does), he will notice that Hibiki is leading back to her Door. Her shadow's litany of paranoid rambling and pleading is met with silence from her. If he means to do her harm, then he would find a way to do that eventually, but she refuses to leave his side like this. Kaito would do the same for her--has done the same for her--and he isn't the only one who needs the reassurance that the other won't just disappear.
Reaching the Door, Hibiki reaches for the knob with her left hand before briefly pausing to look at one of the care packages that hadn't been taken with a very confused look on her face. (They have postal service out here?) Whatever, she'll investigate later. Taking a deep breath, Hibiki pushes the door open, a small foyer to an older-style Japanese building welcoming them.
D̶o̸n̶'̶t̶!̶
With a determined nod, Hibiki takes a step inside--pulling him along with her. ]