Shimura Shin

Endless streams of numbers run behind a thin shell of innocent eyes, that blink. Shin steps forward, imploring Sayuri with his soft gaze. "Of course he is. He must be. But why not make sure?" His eyes beg Sayuri to understand. Smoothly, he moves forward again, to take Sayuri's hand, not a movement wasted. "It won't take long. We'll find Kuro, and then..." Words follow, many could, promising everything, promising anything. Deep below, the ice war rages.