[ Even as the memory melts away, emotions unbidden continue bubbling up. The feeling of resentment towards people he's never met still remains, heavy as rain. Untangling his emotions should be his priority, but easier said than done. He knows part of the anger is also his own now. Bad adults have that effect on him, he supposes.

Instead, Ibuki listens to Shigaraki's continuation, letting his voice anchor him back down to the arcade. Neon colors visible from the corner of his eyes, the music drifting from the machine, the smell of whatever bag of chips he opened before the memory happened...everything paints the picture of his present.

Right, this is where he is. Both of them are still here, and for now, that's enough for him. Maybe Ibuki himself won't be later, but that's something for another day. (He knows. He knows, but he won't turn away when the time comes.) ]

Of course that's how they rationalized it... At least you were found.

[ That's human, he supposes, the urge to let somebody else handle the problem. He'd be more disappointed in them, but that means expecting something back in the first place. Feeling much less adrift at that thought, he lets himself keep talking. ]

Really? I was just saying what you told me. [ He vaguely gestures around them, alluding to the memory. ] But...I'm glad you're here to say that.

[ Say what? A lot of things really. Shigaraki's presence is a comfort to him for a reason. Even with what just happened, that doesn't change how much he enjoys being around him.

Maybe that feeling is part of why Ibuki holds his hand out here, waiting to see what Shigaraki does. ]