On one hand it had seemed like a good idea to go with Hijikata out the back and stay together.
On the other, it would have been bad if something was outside waiting for them and they were both caught off guard by it. At least one of them would have the advantage of knowing what was out there. The thing is he didn't actually bother telling Hijikata he wasn't following him, it just somehow happened in the rush of the others passing around him one way versus another to leave.
Doesn't matter, though, because that morgue? It isn't that big, just like the inside of it. Which means Souji eventually comes around from the front of it to trace its structure to its back until he sees the others, Hijikata included.
The sobbing is starting to grate on Souji's nerves, though, and while he wanted to reply to the comment about the road the vice-commander made, he can't get his jaw to unlocked from clenching his teeth enough to say anything at all until a bit after the moment's gone and he's missed his opportunity. So, he just takes one last look back around the side of the morgue that he'd wandered along to get back here; all with no trace of a danger even within the shadows.
...Why does that sound carry equally regardless of where he's moved? What the hell is going on and how does he just make it stop, already, it's really— he's pulled from his thoughts by the sudden smell he realizes for the first time since exiting the morgue.
". . . A forest and plants are rotting," he brings one hand up to cover the bridge of his nose as he takes a slightly sharper smell of the air, hoping maybe it'll be less generic and more identifiable if he gives it some thought. Regardless, it's almost never a good thing in an environment like this, no matter which possibility you try to surmise in your head, especially at this pungent of a smell.
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On the other, it would have been bad if something was outside waiting for them and they were both caught off guard by it. At least one of them would have the advantage of knowing what was out there. The thing is he didn't actually bother telling Hijikata he wasn't following him, it just somehow happened in the rush of the others passing around him one way versus another to leave.
Doesn't matter, though, because that morgue? It isn't that big, just like the inside of it. Which means Souji eventually comes around from the front of it to trace its structure to its back until he sees the others, Hijikata included.
The sobbing is starting to grate on Souji's nerves, though, and while he wanted to reply to the comment about the road the vice-commander made, he can't get his jaw to unlocked from clenching his teeth enough to say anything at all until a bit after the moment's gone and he's missed his opportunity. So, he just takes one last look back around the side of the morgue that he'd wandered along to get back here; all with no trace of a danger even within the shadows.
...Why does that sound carry equally regardless of where he's moved? What the hell is going on and how does he just make it stop, already, it's really— he's pulled from his thoughts by the sudden smell he realizes for the first time since exiting the morgue.
". . . A forest and plants are rotting," he brings one hand up to cover the bridge of his nose as he takes a slightly sharper smell of the air, hoping maybe it'll be less generic and more identifiable if he gives it some thought. Regardless, it's almost never a good thing in an environment like this, no matter which possibility you try to surmise in your head, especially at this pungent of a smell.