The sheet was relatively quick work, resulting in a few long, wide pieces of fabric, which Kyousuke began to twist in hopes it would hold better. The tension in the air was thick, and the motion of making the makeshift ropes was so mechanical it was becoming difficult not to get unsettled. He stole a glance at Sora. .... It was getting worse. He felt like he should say something, but what? If Tenma were here, he was sure he'd been insisting that things would work out somehow. He always had a way of saying it with such complete confidence and faith that you could almost believe it too. ... But he wasn't here, and Kyousuke wasn't going to offer empty reassurances without the conviction that they were certain. What was the use in something so meaningless? Words were just words without any action to ensure them. So he grit his teeth, and simply remained silent.

"... Here. Let me get your hands first," he said after a while, holding out one of the 'ropes.' His voice came out... calm. A lot calmer than he felt, especially when the the person he was looking at already didn't look human. He'd never seen anything like this, ever, and couldn't deny his building dread. All he could do was force it down as best he could manage, because acting in a panic would only make this harder, for getting this done, and probably for Sora's state of mind, as well.