Closed to Hibiki
"I wonder where he's going? He's supposed to be heading this way."
With ever watchful eyes, Pharos notices that the boy in question is walking a different way.
Quite literally, the boy is walking away from his fate. He tilts his head, looks off into the direction of the night in which that boy has ran off to. What could possibly be keeping him at this hour?
Pharos hums, decides to start moving in that same direction. If he isn't going to come to his fate, then his fate might as well be coming to him, right?
It's not very hard to chase down this boy, clad in his seemingly-glowing white sweatshirt in the middle of the night; Pharos easily catches up to him, and just as sees the boy stop in his tracks, he approaches him quietly.
When he's close enough, he speaks up.
"I don't think you're in quite the right place. You've just walked past your fate, after all -- did you know that?" Pharos looks up at him, cranes his neck high enough so that he can get a good look at the face of the boy in front of him. "It's alright. I've come to you, instead. I'll assume you didn't know."