[His mouth opens, but then he closes it again, not sure he trusts his mind to give him the right - if any - words for the situation. His mind flashes to the sights of homicide scenes, suicides... the square in Ekoda, covered in red.

He shakes his head. It wasn't helping.]

Safe place...?

[The other things she says go through his mind, but hardly any of it other than that makes any sense. He's used to the idea of zombies - older cousins who like the horror genre and a hyperactive Kuroba during Halloween did desensitse one to the idea, even. But the idea that they could be real iny any part of the apparently various worlds sent a forbidding shiver down his spine.]