They're standing outside the cafe now. Through the glass Joshua can see the bustle going on by the shop's proprietors. A place he's told he fits inside but the chill of the air outside feels so much more appropriate for something like him. He makes sure to put the scooter away before making for the door to the cafe.

Isidor's a good friend. There's a part of him that feels relieved even as he aches at the gaze he knows isn't really there. If no one blames him then why does he feel so much guilt? Why does he feel like a monster getting away with wearing a man's skin?

"People died, Viatorus. I didn't know...but it won't bring them back."