[All it takes is that little Hiyori-chan to douse Yato with chills that strike him to his core. It seems some remnant of that bastard is capable of following them even into his dreams, trying to spoil whatever happiness he finds, like always.
Gently setting down Hiyori's body along with Uesama, he gets up and closes the gap between them, snatching Hiyori's hand in his own with a firmness that belies the way his own is trembling.]
...forget it. Don't let him win. We'll get a better prize elsewhere, okay?
[Reaching out with his other hand, he pries the hammer from her to allow this machination to take it back with a laugh that sounds far too much like Fujisaki's for his appearance. Damn these dream-like states and their nonsensical logic. Did he show up because he himself willed it? Or is it like so many dreams where you just have no control over what happens? Whatever the case, he's mentally kicking himself for allowing this to happen.]
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Gently setting down Hiyori's body along with Uesama, he gets up and closes the gap between them, snatching Hiyori's hand in his own with a firmness that belies the way his own is trembling.]
...forget it. Don't let him win. We'll get a better prize elsewhere, okay?
[Reaching out with his other hand, he pries the hammer from her to allow this machination to take it back with a laugh that sounds far too much like Fujisaki's for his appearance. Damn these dream-like states and their nonsensical logic. Did he show up because he himself willed it? Or is it like so many dreams where you just have no control over what happens? Whatever the case, he's mentally kicking himself for allowing this to happen.]
C'mon, Hiyori... Let's get your body and go.