He grit his teeth, his grasp tightening over a rod of crystal, his lifeline when his right leg decided to go dead and get those weird tingles. Try as he might, slapping his leg and even trying to move it did nothing to alleviate how deadened it felt, and he could feel the numbness growing. He needed to find out where he was... or, at least, somehow find a town and have a professional look at him and hope he didn't have to have the fucking thing lopped off.

The sight of the pond made his mouth water, after going so dry for hours. He was pretty damn thirsty, and he thought nothing of it potentially being unsafe. He was going to die drinking weird water or die of dehydration. He'll take those chances.

His jaw dropped, then, when he saw someone standing by the pond. A human being, thank fuck! With renewed vigor, heart racing, his cane-assisted walk picked up the pace to get to this person's side and ask a hell of a lot of questions. The odd swirling marks of the Destroyer grew along his skin. His arms had begun to feel heavy, he presumed from exhaustion, but that wouldn't stop a stubborn Tatsumi from getting to where he needed.

"Hey! ...HEY! G-gnh!?" The hat. The color scheme of that outfit. The hair. Wait, was that Naoto?

...Why was she looking in the water like that?