"Wait!" he tries to warn as she transforms again, about to try and stop her but the next moment there's a podium flying and he's putting up his arm to defend against glass. Though he suddenly realizes that's basically useless. It's all fake, even her father here is fake. He shouldn't have even taken the time to entertain it. He should have left.

This has been a rough ride emotionally. He's really worried about how ruddy that soul gem has gotten.

"Kyoko, let's just go," he says it as gently as possible. "This might feel right to yell at, but we're playin' into what they want by dignifyin' it with our time."

Again he offers her his hand, ignoring her father for the moment because even with powers, even with some danger, he's not real. All the good, all the bad, all of it is a distraction meant to keep 'em sucking smoke. "Kyoko, I think your family was the only people what gave a shit what that man thought, if what he was sayin' was anything amountin' to how he actually sounded. Yet it didn't have much value to him now, did it? All them strangers mattered more.

"Let's get the hell out of his church. Don't waste none of what you got left on 'im, alright?" He's not a remotely photogenic man, but he can give a hell of a sad look. The same sort of look he gave at her door the other night.

Don't wear herself out on some bad thoughts given volume and shape.