[ Ryoji doesn't move, for fear that if he does, he'll make the damage worse. Numb, he can barely feel Ritsu's arms around him, but he takes some comfort in being held together like this— like this, it's fine; like this, he can't feel pain. The same way a knife left in a stab wound will plug the blood vessels and keep one from bleeding out, the ice does the same for Ryoji.
A second passes. Another drop of black falls to the ground.
We'll be alright, Ryoji thinks, watching the nursemaid stumble back into the flames. He doesn't know what happened, how or why, but something had affected the ghost and now, everybody can come together and take her down. Was it something Ritsu did? He can talk with ghosts, Ryoji vaguely recalls, and if that's the case...
His lips part, but fail to form the words he wants: Thank you. Instead, he closes his eyes, and smiles. ]
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A second passes. Another drop of black falls to the ground.
We'll be alright, Ryoji thinks, watching the nursemaid stumble back into the flames. He doesn't know what happened, how or why, but something had affected the ghost and now, everybody can come together and take her down. Was it something Ritsu did? He can talk with ghosts, Ryoji vaguely recalls, and if that's the case...
His lips part, but fail to form the words he wants: Thank you. Instead, he closes his eyes, and smiles. ]