Uendo rests a hand on Sasami's shoulder, but try as he might, he can't think of anything comforting to say. His mind is too numb and scattered.
His other hand starts reaching towards the ghost's before he even has a chance to think about it. Inside his head, Patches is nodding along -- 'Maybe he's trying to help us! It's worth a try!' -- while Kisegawa is protesting -- 'Don't be daft! We have no idea what he'll do!' -- and Uendo hesitates, frozen by indecision, stomach twisting with anxiety.
What's worse? Acting on a whim and suffering for it, or being too fearful to act at all?
In the end, he doesn't know what drives him to take the ghost's hand. Or whether he's even the one really doing it. It could be any of the others in charge of his body right now and he wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
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His other hand starts reaching towards the ghost's before he even has a chance to think about it. Inside his head, Patches is nodding along -- 'Maybe he's trying to help us! It's worth a try!' -- while Kisegawa is protesting -- 'Don't be daft! We have no idea what he'll do!' -- and Uendo hesitates, frozen by indecision, stomach twisting with anxiety.
What's worse? Acting on a whim and suffering for it, or being too fearful to act at all?
In the end, he doesn't know what drives him to take the ghost's hand. Or whether he's even the one really doing it. It could be any of the others in charge of his body right now and he wouldn't be able to tell the difference.