At least they knew now that there had been someone who would chew this boy out for being reckless. Thank you, Kei. It didn't do much to soothe the anxious twist in Kyoko's gut, though.

Neither did anything else Kaito had to say after that.

Shinji had made the right call, gripping Kai's shirt like that; Kyoko was stuck digging her nails into her palms, fists buried in her lap.

Immortal or not, hearing about someone--an important friend, no less--getting shot was hard to just absorb. Kyoko's breath hitched. "The last you saw--but--he... can't die, right?" And it didn't sound like Kaito to just walk away from that. Something was wrong, the painful uncertainty in her belly rising up through her chest.