( who would have known … but i guess that's what happens when you rely on anime magic. or something. who said that?

for the most part, those ghostly apparitions have seen themselves off, and while it still take a while for him to clear his head completely, it's more than enough to see him back on his feet, and he gets the feeling that they really shouldn't linger here more than they need to.

something else might come around, and he doesn't want to be around when it does.

waver seems like he has a good heart — a good head on his shoulders, and he counts himself lucky that he'd found him when he had, because honestly, who knows what would have happened if he hadn't stopped, and just moved right along without any thought to anything different. ) Thank you for stopping. You didn't have to. ( of course, emphasizing the point they're both thinking, but it still kind of goes without saying, doesn't it?

finally, he pulls himself to his feet, takes a surreptitious look around them. ) I think we might be in the clear, at least for a little while. Maybe we should think about moving. ( a pause, and while it's always been customary to offer one's right hand in greeting, in introduction, he instead offers his left, because it's less … daunting, maybe, than a ridiculous-looking prosthetic.

that thing is ugly. there's no getting around it, and you know it. ) My name is Shiro, by the way.