[In the thick of their shared safety, they've begun spilling out into the wilderness that spanned as far as the eye could see in every direction. There's not much left of his SP, his magical resource that allows him to call his persona to begin with, and that much becomes quickly apparent as blue particles float like tiny fireflies around his mask, and it dulls on his face, useless. Taking out a bandaid from his pocket, he opens it, and affixes it to his arm, rolling the sleeve of his outfit up enough to do so. It's... a magic item. It'll slowly patch some energy back into him, because right now? He feels spent.

And a little discouraged, but he's doing his best to try to hide that behind his exterior, one that's built of determination and steadfastness. Honestly, he's never had to actually kill a living thing since coming here. There wasn't really a reason that it ever had to happen. Spider or not, it was still life. He'll deal with it later.]

Kinda? It's more like a piece of my soul that's latched onto his myth. I dunno if it's... the real thing or anything. But he's how I fight, basically.

[Their pace can slow a bit, right? No one would be dumb enough to follow after someone that could do that to their army. Or maybe Thor and Mamoru were strong enough to use the pincer attack to their advantage. It was hard to tell at this point, now that they scattered.]

And uh. Dude... where... where are we?