It was the gunfire that drew Kanda out. It had steadily gotten quieter and quieter over the last few months, and to be honest? It was starting to scare him a little. It didn't bother him before, since when he first got here it was just as quiet as it was now. But after seeing the place get a little livelier, seeing people from home more than once, people he knew that remembered him more than once.

It was obvious by know it was eating at him, he was sure. He couldn't do anything about it but put up a façade and hope for the best, which...really wasn't his strong suit. That was more Lavi's area, and even the crash course wasn't helping, since he still worried Alma no matter what he did.

Funny how things were always easier at home, but never here. That's how life here goes, he guesses. Being here does nothing but test one's sanity, it seems. It was the case with Lenalee, anyway. But one group of Exorcists had the glue to it for a long time, and without it it's done nothing but crumble away and fall apart until there were...only a handful left. While he doesn't even really know Yukio, he can...ironically empathize, not because of the losing the father thing (no clue what that's like), but...

Well, being in a similar state of mine helps, doesn't it?

Kanda leans against a tree silently whenever he spots Yukio, arms crossed over his chest and just settled for watching.