The fog is already starting to roll in. It’s thick and Kibou cannot see anything in front of him. He bumps into tree after tree, trying his best to navigate in an area he is unfamiliar with. He keeps telling himself that eventually, he will find his mother or he will find the voice that calls out for help. Perhaps it is someone he can help. Perhaps he won’t be too young or too little to render aid. He wants to help, he knows he needs to.
But as the fog grows thicker, Kibou begins to lose the voice calling out for help. It is replaces with the cries of others, but they are more like wails than anything. The voices are all around him and he looks around to see if he can see anyone. But he sees nothing, only the light from his orb refracting off the fog. It blinds him, making it even harder to see. Saki seems to understand Kibou’s fears and she tries her best to comfort her bonded. But she’s scared too and she doesn’t know what to do.
Kibou stands there for a moment, wishing that he could still hear the cries for help. Did he fail the individual? Was the caller dead? The thoughts that ran rampant in his brain were far too dark than someone as small as he should ever have to entertain. But Kibou is smart. He knows that if he continues forward, he will be the one crying for help. And so, he stays still, hoping and praying that the fog will lift and the cries of the ghosts will stop.
Kibou chooses to stay.
