but the fact that he's found himself out in the woods, completely out of touch with what direction he should go in order to get back to vandare doesn't lend any weight to that supposed fact. it doesn't matter which way he turns, how many steps he takes before he tries taking yet another turn – he's lost, and the realization is sinking in that he can't convince himself otherwise.
and then, of course, there's the giggling. the detached, hollow sort of sound that seems to burrow into the middle of his chest and make a home for itself there, spreading an eerie sort of cold through him with each step he takes. it's unsettling, to say the very least, and he doesn't like a single bit of it.
but that really should go without saying. and it's going to.
yukio stops at some point, tries to get his bearings, eyes narrowing as he turns first to the left and then the right, an attempt at identifying something that looks even moderately familiar. maybe a tree he's already passed. a rock. a leaf. he'll take anything at this point.
yukio okumura ;; ao no exorcist ;; open.