A/N: Er, spoiler alert for ep 12….
“You mean – they think-!” Mumei was sputtering, half a breath from balling up fists and finding someone to punch. “We shot the Kabane! They saw it!”
“They don’t realize what the sparks mean,” Kurusu informed her. “Those of Kongokaku don’t believe our people when they tell them those Kabane are dead. When we tell them we left because it was prudent, because we did not know if the horde outnumbered our bullets – they see only that we fled.” And that did rouse fury, a gnawing cold rage he’d never had to deal with before. To be doubted as a liar, to his face-!
“Then we’ll have to prove it.” Ikoma frowned, thinking. “Some way that doesn’t get people killed.”
“If there is one,” Kurusu agreed. “But what they think does not matter. What Elder Dogen thinks affects Kongokaku folk. Not those of Aragane. Never forget. On the Koutetsujou, Aragane lives; and you are ours.”
“I… want to believe you.” Ikoma took a deep breath, and sighed. “It’s hard to shake the gloom. Like the whole world is gray and cold.”
“We don’t have the medicine.” Mumei straightened. “Koutetsujou blood helps, but I wish we had medicine too.”
Kurusu tensed. Medicine? For Kabaneri?
From the sudden intent look on Ikoma’s face, the steamsmith hadn’t heard about this either. “What medicine?”
“The one the doctors made, to help keep us from becoming Kabane,” Mumei said plainly. “I wonder how much we really need. Maybe Brother… maybe Biba never got enough.”
“Biba?” Kurusu asked, startled. Did she truly mean-?
“Oh. You were there too late.” Mumei turned to Ikoma. “But you tore his shirt open. Didn’t you see his heart?”
“Near the end, I couldn’t see anything.” Ikoma shuddered. “I felt you inside the Kabane steel. I – I think I followed your scent through the maze. Then everything went black.” He stared at her. “Biba was a Kabaneri?”