Hey. [ Shouta doesn't have the perspective to look at things the way she does, no matter how much he might try, or want to. She'd been reborn, carved out from stronger things. For Shouta, there was only the precious now and the past he'd locked away save for stolen glimpses. Just the seconds and minutes that shaped these exact moments they were living, nothing more and absolutely nothing less than that. ]

They're lucky to have you looking out for them. [ He amends, a challenging half-grin spilling across his whole expression to temper her more ruminant gaze. ] Really lucky.

[ He takes a step back from her. ]

I'll hold you to that, you know. Lightning.