[oh absolutely true, sharing music and finding the overlap between karate america and anime japan. they could almost be normal teens if it weren't for the spooky murder woods and magic blood.

spreading out his senses starts to tell him more- this whole place is full of hate. it reminds him even more of mogami's world, fingers twitching a bit before he tries to push the thought back down. the problem was he couldn't pinpoint them, find an actual place to pass his energy to try and exorcise the spirits seemingly all around.

it's like they were a part of this place itself, the reality of it. an uncomfortable thought, if he wasn't a bit focused on what was being said.

he's hesitant but he nods to robby. if robby didn't want him to address it... but it's hard. harder still when it brings him into it, the voice clearer now to him.

he can't help glancing to robby again as he starts moving again as directed. he should leave it be. robby doesn't want to talk about it. but. maybe it should be talked about anyway?]

There's spirits everywhere here. [he decides to say for now.] I can't see them, but they're pressing in. They're really angry, at everyone and everything. They'd hurt us if they could.

Or, I guess they are, just words are all they can do. [that might be worse, really, with how deep they seem to be able to dig.]