Why Kougaiji had such an attachment to the other man was quite a mystery to Kikyo, who turned back to look at him calmly. A few moments passed in silence, with the only sound being the raspy breath of the wounded. Kikyo had no empathy. He was just a killer, wasn't he? And yet, something stirred in him when he peered into those searching eyes. Kougaiji was looking for something, with the expectation that it would be there.

"Shh. Be still," he murmured, his fingertips lingering on Kougaiji's face.

He set his flashlight to the floor, illuminating their part of the hall as he rose to stand. It was the urban ninja's lucky day. But maybe he would pass out on the floor before he realized it. Kikyo walked to his side and reached down to him, grabbing him by the collar and sitting him down with a tight, no nonsense grip. Kikyo might have looked slender, but he was stronger than he appeared.