[He leans against Kamui, almost clinging to him, asking himself the same question: what are they supposed to do now? He knows Seishirou well enough (and it is the strangest thing, this sense of knowing him, of this certainty that he can't explain, because how could he possibly know someone he only just met?) to be able to tell that he will find them again, that he will be searching, still--]
I don't understand this. But even so, I can't... [His words are a quiet whisper, a response to his own thoughts but perhaps to those that circle in Kamui's mind, too.]