The voicing of his own name makes it abundantly clear that evergreen pools are not presently deceiving him - that it is not simply a case of his mind being far too exhausted to function properly. Not that the possibility of him mistaking an unsuspecting passerby for his treasured companion ever occurred to him. The steady transition from undiluted surprise to inextinguishable jollity commences as an appreciable dilemma suddenly becomes quite apparent. Swiftly determining the best response to give is nearly perceived as an impossibility as rationale has already been overtaken by various sentiments. Not a single word could hope to adequately convey his feelings, and any that could be uttered would just seem to be so meaningless. Feeling that something - ANYTHING - must be done, he allows an extremity to gently rest upon the other’s right shoulder. While it cannot be described as a symbol of goofiness or even sheer lightheartedness, the most sincere of smiles can easily be spotted on his face all the while.
Everything seemed surreal, as if this was some fictitious dream. No words could falling from those pale lips of his, eyes fixated on his long lost friend. To think Yuu was right in front of him, in this unknown world which was different from their previous human world; not wiped from the plaque. Joy overcame him as the hand rested on his shoulder, confirming to him that this indeed was real, and soon tears began to fall.
“I thought you were d-dead...” Was all he managed to speak before consciousness slipped from him, his body collapsing into the others arms. Whatever mysterious force brought him here, it drained him to the point of exhaustion and of thirst; only two tubes of Krul’s blood remaining in his satchel.
