Raikou looked over Mello's face as the other man explained the situation as he saw it, disseminating information about a man he hardly knew within another dream.

"Not, it's not that I'm waiting for anything." Raikou shrugs, rising slowly to his bare feet. "I used to run away from what I did in this place, to the people here." He gestures to the bloody swords before them, the garden and walls around them. "But I've accepted that responsibility. It's not so heavy that I can't hold it."

"So," he leans toward Mello eagerly, even if he still looks pretty lazy in that loose yukata. "What's the race you need to get back to?"