"I don't know," he replies as he looks over at his Gastly. "But... I feel the same way."

The blonde looks down at his hands, still clasped around his ankles. He's not sure why he's bringing it up but... maybe it's because he's just needed someone to talk to. To get it off his chest.

"I can't stop worrying about Chenzira. He's so dependent on me... I... What if he's all by himself somewhere?"

His grip tightens.

"... I even made a wish at the festival.. that I'd always be there for him... and now I'm gods-know-when and he's nowhere to be seen..."