Summary
Ochako chanced a sideways look at her companion and saw only the barest refraction of colour, vague hints of green and pink and white, flickering like dying fireflies over a plain jacket and t-shirt. As the week had faded away, so too had the intense fear that had accompanied the citywide riots, and as that emotion had drained away, so too had Tooru's visual presence. The girl had been solid and whole when they'd first met, all wide eyes and smiling pink lips - now that image was little more than a memory. Ochako wondered when - or if - she'd see it again. "You're tired," she said. "I don't wantcha to get hurt on my account."
Some days, it feels to Ochako and Tooru like the whole world has started to collapse; but there's still new things to experience.