It's . . . Kaneda-san, right? Can we go with you? I can't do much for Kazu-kun's legs here.

[ A completely ordinary question, asked in a completely ordinary tone—as if Kaneda and Ikki hadn't just been on the edge of a serious fight, as if she had no reason at all to worry about the kind of person he might be, or doubt his intentions.

She didn't, though. It had been all through his run: whoever Kaneda was, whatever had happened, he cared about Kazu. That was enough. ]

Ikki-kun, Kazu-kun needs to go home. Can you carry him?