Kid, for his part, is working his way through a bottle of Mender's Mead. It's instinct, mostly. It was always his mother's go-to drink when people were upset or injured or...on the brink of death. It just seems appropriate.

The hard stuff is in reach.

"Yep." He downs a swig of mead. "We're here."

He doesn't bother to ask if Souji is alright. What a stupid question.