( Yay! ノシ（ ´ ｖ ` ）ノシ )

Anders unsealed his wings in a small flash of light and sped into a glide toward Silas. "We got her," he gasped as he jogged out of the glide. As he halted near Silas, he sealed his wings and de-materialized the small channeling orb he had used as a weapon a moment earlier. His bright cyan eyes fixed on the two Shinigami and their descent, though he addressed Silas as if the two guardians were the only beings in earshot. As if the shinigami couldn't hear or speak. "That was enough to change the mortality forecast. She's dazed enough to not try again," he said with a pause and a slight head-tilt. "And I guess whoever else was in the area saw us and fled. I think―"

Silas's bow fell from his hand and clattered on the floor. He stood. He stared at the shinigami who had mostly stepped in to slow the girl's fall. He stood. Wordless. Motionless. Expressionless. "Jason..." he murmured. Then he stepped forward, slowly at first.

"Woah, what are you doing," Anders stammered as he reached out for Silas's arm. Silas tore his arm away and broke into a run. He knew this one. It had been so many years since then. And why is he with the shinigami...?!

"Jason!"