"We both can, apparently."

Another huff, this one more morose than irritated, left him as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, trying to ignore just how much his face was starting to hurt. Stupid things didn't throw their punches. Reminded him of a certain Japanese pilot he knew.

"How d'you propose we do that? Stand on a street corner and say 'the shadow things are coming' until some one listens?"