[A response doesn't come right away; the roiling fog in Kyosuke's head effectively blocks out the desire to immediately answer that hum coming from his amulet.
His face is in his hands, fingers raking through the tips of his hair, when he finally concentrates long enough to acknowledge the message.]
Sakakura.
[He doesn't sound much better through the mental connection. There's a pause before he makes an attempt at composure.]
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His face is in his hands, fingers raking through the tips of his hair, when he finally concentrates long enough to acknowledge the message.]
Sakakura.
[He doesn't sound much better through the mental connection. There's a pause before he makes an attempt at composure.]
You've heard?