He wakes up with a rasping gasp and immediately sits up and starts coughing.
What... the fuck?
From Haru's perspective:
Time resumes, and Yutaka vanishes.
All of the bullets and arrows hit their targets.
A couple of seconds after that, there's an explosion where the doll's body was.
Then another.
Then another.
And then the labyrinth is gone.
"It's dead. The bitch that thought it could hurt you is dead and every other fucking witch out there had better fucking understand that they do not get to lay a finger on you and if Walpurgisnacht tries I am going to rip it out of time itself."
"C-can you hold me tonight again?" he says, the hatred and anger being replaced by fear and anxiety instantly. "I, I need to, I need to make sure you're okay—"
Cool okay he's gonna take Haru in his arms again and start roof hopping. He's gotten secure enough in his abilities by now.
Haru tucks his face into Yutaka's neck and is silent for much of the trip.
"How'd it happen? - there could be more of those."
"...the witch had—other witches. I mean, other dolls. We killed the big doll, a different doll appeared, and it was so fast we couldn't react, and it—took your arm and destroyed your gem with it." His breath hitches several times while saying that as he replays the memory.
His stomach is really, really hurting right now.
Haru clings a bit tighter. "...I wonder if I could move it to a less, uh, extremity, location..."
Haru tries baubling his gem and then attaching it to his costume under his robe, but it won't go.
"Could always just physically attach it elsewhere with like a belt or string or something rather than relying on the magic to do it..."
Yes, if you want it to be cut differently or a different texture you can do that and the changes will stick!
What about placing my gem elsewhere? Say, if I wanted to not wear gloves anymore?
I guess if you got rid of the gloves on your costume your gem would find somewhere else to attach.
"I'm using the right glove to shoot, but I can ditch the left one." He vanishes it and unbaubles his gem. ...it settles on his right glove. "Well. That was predictable in hindsight."