The main hallways. Good. And the coast seemed to be clear, so far. Link briefly wondered if the new clue would help the situation, or only make it more grim. He would know soon enough.
Kyousuke cringed slightly as he started to make his way down the hall. When he was still and talking, he could (almost) the pain he was in, but now that he was walking, any pretense melted away. It was hard to say if was getting worse, or if he was just more acutely aware of it.
He did his best to move in ways that didn't aggravate it, and attempted to shift his focus to anything nasty that could be lurking in the corners. It was a bad choice of distraction—all that did was make him tense, and since he'd already been attacked, every strange little shadow had him totally on edge.
It was stupid. Like little kids who thought there ghosts in the dark. He could almost kick himself for it, if not for the fact those kinds of fears were actually perfectly legitimate here. He sighed. Surely there was something better to be thinking about.
"... I didn't quite catch your name before," he remembered. "I'm Tsurugi."
It was polite, he guessed, and if they were going to go together, they might as well introduce themselves.
The Doctor fell into step beside the boy, keeping a careful eye on him at first to make sure he really was okay to walk. He didn't look like he was doing all that well, to be honest, but as long as he was determined to keep going, the Doctor would let him—and help him along, if he needed it.
His greatest fear was that something lurking in the dark would think they were easy prey because of their slow pace and come after them. If that happened, he resolved, he'd just have to grab the boy and run. Better to jostle his injuries and escape than to risk the boy's life by holding their ground...
The boy's voice cut through his thoughts, and the Doctor's turned his focus to the boy instantly. "Nice to have a name to go with the face," he said, committing 'Tsurugi' to memory. "Well, your real name, I mean—not the 'Mr Taylor' from the nurses."
He paused, gesturing to the left. "This way," he said, interrupting the re-introductions to turn the corner.
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Kyousuke cringed slightly as he started to make his way down the hall. When he was still and talking, he could (almost) the pain he was in, but now that he was walking, any pretense melted away. It was hard to say if was getting worse, or if he was just more acutely aware of it.
He did his best to move in ways that didn't aggravate it, and attempted to shift his focus to anything nasty that could be lurking in the corners. It was a bad choice of distraction—all that did was make him tense, and since he'd already been attacked, every strange little shadow had him totally on edge.
It was stupid. Like little kids who thought there ghosts in the dark. He could almost kick himself for it, if not for the fact those kinds of fears were actually perfectly legitimate here. He sighed. Surely there was something better to be thinking about.
"... I didn't quite catch your name before," he remembered. "I'm Tsurugi."
It was polite, he guessed, and if they were going to go together, they might as well introduce themselves.
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His greatest fear was that something lurking in the dark would think they were easy prey because of their slow pace and come after them. If that happened, he resolved, he'd just have to grab the boy and run. Better to jostle his injuries and escape than to risk the boy's life by holding their ground...
The boy's voice cut through his thoughts, and the Doctor's turned his focus to the boy instantly. "Nice to have a name to go with the face," he said, committing 'Tsurugi' to memory. "Well, your real name, I mean—not the 'Mr Taylor' from the nurses."
He paused, gesturing to the left. "This way," he said, interrupting the re-introductions to turn the corner.
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