[Stays close to him as he steps away too, one last uncertain and lingering glance at the ghost, almost that much closer to taking a step in its direction instead of the opposite. But he makes himself turn his head, to press on with Shiro instead. Good bye, Dad, not for the first time he can't help but recall.]
[......][He puts the blade back into the sheath behind him and walks, not managing words again yet but slowly steadier as they continue on.]