[ If only they were real people. Souji doesn't seem to care about the pain, and Izanagi can leave himself open for attack for a second to heal Souji, wounds closing up and ??? whatever happens to those bullets, whether they're pushed out as he heals or remain inside him forever.
Neither of his back pockets have the omamori, but anybody touching your backside like that is surely going to be noticed, so Souji turns, jabbing his elbow back and catching Kido on the face. She's back into view, but looks unhurt, hands empty. His shoes? No. This is Souji. Careful, proper Souji who would never keep his omamori in his pocket where he could so easily lose it. If he wanted to keep it close by without worrying about losing it, or being able to feel and immediately see if it's gone, then—
Kido grabs at his arm, pulling back the left sleeve. There, an omamori is strapped in his wrist just like Kido had worn hers months ago. ]
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Neither of his back pockets have the omamori, but anybody touching your backside like that is surely going to be noticed, so Souji turns, jabbing his elbow back and catching Kido on the face. She's back into view, but looks unhurt, hands empty. His shoes? No. This is Souji. Careful, proper Souji who would never keep his omamori in his pocket where he could so easily lose it. If he wanted to keep it close by without worrying about losing it, or being able to feel and immediately see if it's gone, then—
Kido grabs at his arm, pulling back the left sleeve. There, an omamori is strapped in his wrist just like Kido had worn hers months ago. ]