Joscelin sighs, stroking Romeo’s fur absentmindedly. He misses being able to have real conversations with his best friend, but the animal form is nice. Joscelin doesn’t doubt that calming people down is one of Romeo’s shinki abilities, and it’s all that’s keeping him sane right now.

“I don’t like this. There’s no indication that there’s any real danger at all. Maybe the train lied to us. Maybe we don’t need to be here after all.”