There's a flash of something in Hiromu's eyes, a glimmer of sadness, or possibly guilt. I wonder about it for a moment, before pushing the thought aside. It's his place to carry whatever he will from everything that happened, and it's Emeric's place, not mine, to help unpack all of that.

I've always been shit at unpacking emotional baggage anyway.

When Emeric pulls away I straighten my posture, and it's so strange being taller than him again. I wasn't a tall man, and my avatar certainly isn't any taller; I'm sure before long he'll be taller than me once more.

"Ah," I glance over at the Professor, and then Kazuraba, unsure of how much I'm allowed to give away.

"Zawame City." That at least has to be information I can give them.