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[ Would the warning have made anything better? He's tried it both ways, telling people and not telling them, and it's always been the same- nothing he can blame anybody for. If he were the one to see somebody bring a gun to his head, he's sure his blood would also run cold, dread creeping up the back of his skull, the urge to scream pushing out from his throat; on the other side, though, he's calm, letting the surge of power course through him and manifest in the horse trotting around the pair, the reaper staring down at the two of them. ]

I'm fine. I'm okay, see? [ He also switches to Japanese, putting his evoker away now that he doesn't have to summon anymore, and holds his hand out to Sakura to poke or whatever. Real, solid, moving, alive. ]