Crossing her arms on her chest to hide the rips on the fabric with her loose sleeves, Nyoko turned her head away. "My apologies. But you ambushed us amid the night... And when I couldn't see Haruki, I was afraid that he might be dead. He's a hot-headed fool, but he's still my brother. Can you take me to him? Is... Is he even awake? I need to talk to him." Her slender fingers sled a wisp of crimson hair behind her ear. It was nothing but the truth.<br/><br/>It was cold where Haruki woke up. Cold, dark, and not comfortable at the least as he lay on something, resembling a mat on the floor. And every part of his body was in agony. Well, maybe not every, but he wasn't capable of concentrating on those that didn't. He didn't dare even move... His head was spinning too much to do so, anyway. Keeping his eyes narrowed to a thin gap, he stared at the dark ceiling, trying to ignore the burning pain in his chest and arm. Everything after getting nearly killed by the Black Samurai was hazy to him... Where was he? Where were Nyoko and Blake? He remembered seeing Akaihana in its full 'beauty'... Was Nyoko still alive, if that happened?<br/><br/>Man, thinking was so f***ing difficult in this state. He groaned.