The heavy silence that followed Jairson's departure was a stark, uncomfortable thing. He had simply nodded, his face a mask of grim resolve, and walked out of the guild's grand doors without a single backward glance, leaving a gaping, cowboy-hat-shaped hole in their temporary party. Kenjiro watched him go, a strange, complicated knot of emotions twisting in his gut. He had saved the man from a false imprisonment, but he hadn't solved his problem. He had just… postponed it.
"Well," Bombom said, breaking the quiet, his voice a little louder than he intended. "At least we did our part."
"Yes, we did," Nomu replied, his usual heroic bravado replaced by a quiet, almost thoughtful solemnity. He looked at Bombom, a strange, unreadable expression on his face.
