[There don't seem to be any guards nearby, no ambush waiting to skewer him with crossbow bolts as they had Syaoran in Tokyo the last time. A moment later it doesn't matter if there are guards or not, because that voice is enough to drag him forward no matter what lies ahead.
This can't be his Sakura. The last time he'd seen her--
But it is Sakura. Her aura, her whole being is unmistakable. Tears well up in his one good eye and he exhales sharply.]