[ Much like the way Mumei keeps eyeing the Kogane like the shikigami is an opponent until it disappears, the obvious skepticism really does not bode well. Not even the return of warm fondness in Mumei's expression does much to stop the sinking feeling from turning into a full stomach drop when his suspicions more or less get confirmed. If anything, it makes him feel even more bad. Whatever other reason Mumei might have for coming here, the primary one still seems to be Yuta and now he's been made part of the Culling Game, oblivious to its rules and dangers. That won't do. Yuta immediately feels responsible.

In a subconscious gesture that's a continuation of the old self-comforting habit, his grip tightens on the gifted sword, drawing it even closer to his chest as he regards Mumei with obvious concern painted all over his face, tone apologetic. ]

I'm sorry you got dragged into all this just to seek me out. My friends and I are working on getting people out of the game, so, please, if you'll stick with me for a little while, I can do the same for you.

[ That, and Yuta would very much like to get more answers out of Mumei whenever the maybe-not-stranger deems it safe enough to provide them. ]