Where Usagi screams at the pain she's had to endure time and time again, Genjiro freezes and drops to his knees — this is new to him. This is horrifying, this can't be real — and yet it is, and he realizes after a few beats of stunned, terrified silence that he has to act.

He swallows thickly, manages to stand on shaking legs that threaten to buckle again.

Now isn't the time for cowardice.

Clearing his throat, he offers a hand to Usagi.

"Come on. We shouldn't be out here like this."

It occurs to him — maybe a little too late to retract the offer of his hand — that she might be as much a threat as the dead, beheaded man in her presence. His hand twitches, but he steels himself to keep it there.