Raika raised an eyebrow at her companion's antics and subsequent choice to head in the opposite direction of the nearby combat, brown eyes blinking pupiless blue to find distant chakra signatures, one blazing like a beacon even at this distance while the other was fainter, yet far more familiar....
"Omoi?" she muttered softly, a slight frown forming on her lips. The second one... ah, that was right. She remembered it from some years back, before Fei was turned to stone.... "Eta-naru Kaitou... hm."
"Michio.... You may have lived your life choosing your battles, but in a situation like this, even a battle can be a valuable source of intelligence. Especially with the battle over and two comrades in its direction."
And with that, she began walking at a steady pace in the direction of her student and her partner, keeping an eye on their chakra signatures in case they moved.
"You know, Omoi-kun. If you take away the strangeness of the circumstances...it's been a while since we've been able to be like this."
Sapphire eyes strayed to her partner, the smile on his lips having a calming effect she hadn't experienced in what felt like forever.
Would it really be so bad to give in and seek comfort? Tell him everything that had happened and let him help carry the burden?
Of course it would be. With things the way they were... it would lead to potentially deadly chaos. She refused to let that happen."Do you really think we're in another world?""It's the only possible explanation for all of this. The world here doesn't fit with ours. I doubt even a genjutsu master would be able to build this level of detail. Besides... I suppose you could say it feels like we're in another place. I've made my own pocket dimension, I've gone time travelling in an odd machine that was larger inside than out.... I suppose you could say that I'm used to sensing differences like that by now."
Sapphire eyes gazed upon the green moon, listening to the melody of Kaitou-kun's, and her own, heartbeat and breathing.
He was running out of time. Fall was nearly here....
A soft, somber, yet lilting melody spilled from her lips in her native tongue, softly rumbling in her throat, singing of the coming winter and the hope of spring and life coming anew....
It was all a race against time, her recovery against his lingering lifespan. She just had to win.
As the melody played out, ending softly, the ghost of a smile graced her lips and she reached over, gently ruffling her partner's blackened hair before signs of her old warmth vanished once more.
And the tears still flowed, unending... but at least he had helped her calm down.