"I don't need you," Nagi tells Omi sullenly, while Omi collects his crossbow bolts - for re-use, Nagi supposes, even if one of them has gotten all bent when it nailed one of Nagi's would-be attackers to a wooden crate; there's blood glistening on the tip, still.
Omi looks at him only after he's claned up the area, collected all the bolts, made sure they're the only ones around that are still alive. "I don't need you either," he says.
The thing is: it's true. Nagi doesn't need anyone looking out for him.
He can crush people's windpipes with a thought, break their necks with a gesture (or without one, really; the gesture's just for show), collapse buildings with a frown.
If there are any dark predators lurking in the night, none of them are any kind of threat to Nagi.
"You shouldn't be here," Omi tells Nagi, standing among the ruins of what used to be an illegal laboratory. Nagi isn't sure what types of drugs were produced here, or how safe it is to stand around here, talking. Breathing. He feels only slightly light-headed, and that could be caused by anything.
Omi's plan probably involved explosives. A crossbow isn't really much use against brick and mortar.
Nagi wonders if they're still in place, if there's a timer ticking away somewhere. If they might be about to die, just like this. Together. It doesn't sound so very bad - quick, probably.
"You shouldn't be here either," Nagi says.
What he means is: 'I'll go if you go'.
Omi nods, once.