Amaya hated seeing Sasuke there, begging Matsunaga and wounded. She could do little more than watch, the wires around her constantly threatening to split open her skin if she were to so much as breathe wrong. The metal bit in her mouth kept her from talking, so she couldn’t even call out to Sasuke, say his name, and that killed her just as much.
Yukimura held her hand as they headed toward the safe house that was the closest, and just like he said, it wasn’t all that far from where they were enjoying drinks. It wasn’t very big, but the place wasn’t in shambles- a humble abode that gave adequate shelter. He let go of Akihime’s hand so he could unlock the door, pushing it open and letting her inside first.