[Ken's not doing well at all, but he's holding up. He's quieter and his expressions are stiffer, as if he's put a very Minato-esque dam on his feeling so that they don't spill out in the middle of all this fighting. That's what he's hoping for, anyway. But in the presence of Jaime, he doesn't have to hide absolutely everything; at the question, his grip around Jaime tightens.]
Give me a second. I'll be okay, but I was starting to feel a bit sick.
[He can charge through the dim forest. He can deal with it being nighttime. He can deal with that. But getting chased by shadows, enemies made of literal darkness, when darkness happens to be your sole weakness is never a good feeling.]
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Give me a second. I'll be okay, but I was starting to feel a bit sick.
[He can charge through the dim forest. He can deal with it being nighttime. He can deal with that. But getting chased by shadows, enemies made of literal darkness, when darkness happens to be your sole weakness is never a good feeling.]