Sora was just about finishing up the note, all ready to place it on the board where it would be easily visible to anyone who looked it over, when he sensed someone standing near him. He stopped writing and glanced over, gasping in surprise when he realized it was one of the few people he needed to see as soon as possible.

Tsurugi. Tsurugi, who had offered to help him even though they hadn't even known each other that long. Who had done everything he could to make sure that Sora wasn't a danger to people when he transformed. Who had been there when he'd died, and had probably been holding onto that guilt ever since it happened.

Sora set down the pen he had been using and clenched his hands into fists at his side. "It's you," he said quietly, before his voice raised. "Tsurugi, I... I'm so sorry. I'll explain everything, I just had to come back and find you and let you know that I was okay."

He wanted nothing more than to throw his arms around his friend in a hug, but Sora had learned that there wasn't any use in doing that. He would just end up hurting both of them...

Part of him wanted to do it anyway, but he didn't think it would be a good idea to greet a friend who'd helped him by shocking him. So he held back, giving Tsurugi an earnest, apologetic stare.