[Sousuke looks up to the stars above, his mind briefly clouded by the idea of his god. It feels odd to even think about. He knows the rationale behind it and wonders if, when it happens, he’ll even fight it. Getting along on his own is fine, but if he has to… How’s he going to feel? What will he say? He frowns a little as the thoughts wander towards the future he doesn’t want. Towards “his” god.

Well, at least until Makoto talks again. He glances over again. Heh… well that’s kind of what he expects, that face.]

You probably will. I still don’t know what we’re teaming for. Answering prays or fixing mistakes…

[To say two things he’s heard their roles are supposed to be in this world. The quiet musing breaks at the question and he looks down, watching his steps carry him forward. That… that’s a good question. He hears the unspoken question and he instantly shoves up a wall that plainly says he’s not interested in accepting a room with Makoto.]

Probably walk for a while. See if I can clear my head.

[Look for a public place to crash for the night so he’s not a burden on someone.]