[Shinjiro snorts at the mental imagery (ridiculous) as he weaves through the crowd and finally picks his way into a less congested area where the commuters are thinning and dispersing.
Iori's right, however: Mitsuru isn't here, not anymore. He stares ahead flatly for a moment, before his eyes flicker in Minako's direction for the briefest of seconds.]
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Iori's right, however: Mitsuru isn't here, not anymore. He stares ahead flatly for a moment, before his eyes flicker in Minako's direction for the briefest of seconds.]
She doesn't need to be.