Ishikawa Yuuto
For a moment, a vague sense of nostalgia washed over him. It was strange, seeing as neither of his siblings were in any way like this woman. Thinking of his siblings, however, was an awful idea somewhat ridden with guilt. He would have to contact them some day, maybe drop a suggestion towards somebody else to make the call for him. No reason to upset them and do it himself. If they knew he was still present, that would be unfortunate as Ishikawa was becoming uncertain whether or not he wanted to be exorcised or not. It all still did not seem completely real to him. He wanted to believe that somehow, he was anything but dead. There was all the time in the world for that.
"Excellent," he deadpanned. "Then we should be going." Approximating which direction that the woman had come from, he started that way.
He still had no idea where he was going but, well. Pride prevented him from turning around and begging for her help.