He turned to the man the sword in his hand tipped down to touch the ground at his feet. Sizhui put his all into what he did to help others. He had indeed saved many and a small group had grown around him. Both human and hombie. It was unusual but it was not hard to believe in times of trouble if someone show initiative than they would be considered a leader--but was he truly leadership material ?
He glanced to his soulmate and tipped his head to the side. He bore the same scars as the other his bangs hid the sightless eye. "I can." he said to him. "I just don't--Ah, would people want me too ?" he asked the look of hope on the survivors when they looked at him told him everything he needed to know about this.
He took a soft breath and nodded his head. "The hospital took one of the bombs, we can not drink the water because it will be radioactive from the bomb." he explained softly "We will seek a place that is mostly in tact and we will start over again. We will keep our sound to indoors because if the soldiers find us they will take us or worst." he had seen it and his voice imparted this to them. His firm resolve about it. "If you want me to lead you, I will need each and everyone of your skills--no skill is useless in this situation." he continued making eye contact with each of the group. "We need to go where the bomb did the least damage there is a building that once served as housing for hospital staff, I suggest there." he advised.
As the people milling about were excited to get moving he still held some dread. Falling into step with Cheong-San he glanced to the man. "This is going to be dangerous you know, I could not leave them any more than I could turn a deaf ear to someone crying out in need." it was how Sizhui was. His soulmate of all people knew this. "I just hope we can make a difference in their lives." he leaned the sheathed blade against his shoulder his conversation was clearly private so even those who lingered--departed.