Would have run straight into him, but half-blind or no, sickly or no, dead or no, the man who was now TR04-713 had better reflexes than that; instead of barrelling into him, Yousuke would find himself caught securely in one wiry arm.

"You would be wiser to proceed cautiously," he told the boy, his tone hovering between apathetic and cautionary. "But no harm is done."