[The rest of the spirits remain fixated in their tasks, too absorbed in the repeated motions to pay the pair of teenagers any mind. Akechi tucks the hunting knife back away into his jacket, letting the revolver drop down at his side.

There will be more to fight, he has no doubt about that, but it'll be easier now with a partner he trusts in.]

Yoshizawa-san.

[And if it came from anyone else, it would be the most casual greeting imaginable, but for Akechi, for his hand gloved hand to rest at the younger teen's shoulder for half of a second, is about as warm an acknowledgement as he gives before he's pulling away, tipping his head to peer at Sumire, his bleeding halo canted along with him.]

I will answer every question you have, but it would help me first to know the date you last remember.