It’s only been a few days after she’s met him and know they’ve both managed to set time to meet again.

Sayaka is happy, truly she is. Though happiness is mixed with her feelings of fear and nervousness. Her stomach feels so scrambled and she wonders if it had been a wise idea to have eaten so little before meeting her son.

The meeting place is actually at the park and she had asked for him to meet her at one of the benches that overlooked the lake. This had been her spot for a while and the location was private enough for them both.

There was no way she was going to choose a cafe or restaurant where she was certain the crowds would only feed into her fears of being watched and Goro...She was sure he rather avoid possible scenes like at her work from that night.

Still her nerves were like a roller coaster as she sits an she fumbles nervously with her phone.

[To: Goro] I’m at the spot. Please let me know if you’re close by.

‘ J-Just fine, It’s only a little scratch… I’m fine, really. ‘  The boy picked himself up from the gravel, brushing off some of the dirt off of his clothes. A sigh escaped his lips as he saw the marks residing along with his clothing.  ‘ I just fell off ol’ Bicheal. That’s all– ‘

  Akira recoils as the older boy tried to slap his hand away. Akechi was stubborn and didn’t want help. That much was very clear. But if no one helped him, he’d die. He may not forgive the other, but that was no reason to allow him to die. His hands don’t fall to his sides just yet, but he keeps his distance. Watching the other persona user wince and hearing his voice sound so pained... Akira moves to harshly grab his shoulders.

This wasn’t the first time she had managed to get out of Leblanc without waking up Morgana, and it surely wasn’t the last. 

Her whole body ached, but it was pretty much worth it in the end to get out of the cafe and have a chance to breath to herself. Akira leans back and stretches as she makes her way back home, the contents of her bag rattling a bit as she swings it back and forth.

She smiles a little to herself as she peers into its contents, “I actually found some good choices this time.” Rounding the corner she wonders if she has time to make herself some coffee before sleeping until she bumps into someone.

“Ah I’m sor-”

Her voice falls silent once she catches sight of who she sees.

Mission abort, mission abort!

‘ Nonsense. ‘   Were these the results of his actions coming back to inflict their searing revenge on his mind? Fatigue had taken him quickly & It was here to stay. The blade that brought down this apparition was him, after all. The child must carry this weight. Through shaky motions, he brought his head up to take in the sight of the ghost.      ‘  I-I’m sorry... ‘

“What, you’ve never seen a dude juggle four baseballs and dance at the same time? It ain’t easy, lemme tell ya.” His dancing was more like spastic movements rather than anything remotely rhythmic, but at least his juggling was strong.