The girls empty response filled Ghost with....something. He did not know. Despair? He would not truly know if the feeling he felt right was despair, since he no longer had frame of reference, but still that was the closet word he could put on this empty hollow shell of an emotion. It was quite confusing for him, since he had....he thought...been a man of some discipline. Even for that very very lonely memory floating in his head he seemed to be a warrior of a true and noble calling yet the one recourse he truly card about was no unavailable to him. As the girl he spoke to charged deeper in to the fray, he started to zone out. He just stared up in to the sky, watching it, loosing track of the fight...no he lost more then just track of the fight. He lost track of everything

However, one can not be feeble minded on the field of war, as he quickly noticed, with a damn Heartless ripped his ankle. As he stooped being zooned and launched back in to the reality of the situation he grabs his no-dachi and quickly slashes the heartless away. The strange thing is, it didn't rip where his komono or even slightly scratch it. It just hurt through it. Strange autonomy on these creatures of darkness. A quick roll on his back he now resumed to fight, this time however once again he wish why. What where they all doing here? And...wait

He quickly sees a man being dragged of by the shadows, black and white hair on a very young body. Clearly if Ghost had no propose himself anymore, he would have to make a new one. 

_''BANZAI!!!!''_ he screams as he started to charge through the hordes of critters that stand before him and the boy, knocking them over as he ran with his long sword as a massive shield. His screaming voice hiding his own fear and insecurity as effectively as his fighting style. As he got closer, he jumped smashing two with a single fall of his sword. Quickly he scatters the heartless before without saying a word drags the boy up from the ground to his feet, looking at him somewhat coldly