Anko passed through the split between places as she charged after Kir.
Or what was left of him, at least. She'd thought life on the streets revealed who a person was when they had nothing left, but now she felt she'd been proven wrong.
Kir... this version of him or whatever he was, truly had nothing. And yet he was kind. Fundamentally kind in a way that she barely remembered children could be.
The pain in her hand and arm kept her sharp as she followed the chaos left in his wake. She ran through the streets, feeling she might be too far behind if some part of him remembered how to escape. But she thanked the gods for the small mercy that he certainly didn't know he could fly.
Near the end of the street, she had the choice of going right or left, and she went left, only to find Kiryu's back facing her, his tail on the ground as he stared ahead at a market square.
