Seishirou let his hand slip down to Subaru's back as he guided him towards the wall. If he noticed Hokuto, he didn't say anything.

"How're you feeling?" he asked softly, ignoring the whole ruckus happening behind them. So much violence, so nearby, meaningless. The assassin had seen blood, struggle, the last intake of breath, last throb of heart, will, honor, last of everything, so many times it didn't taste anything anymore. He smiled, blocking Subaru's view to the fight.