One believe is everything. The torpor in which Atreyun's existed for millennia was the worst form of torture. Akihito saved him from languishing in that impotent existence. For that alone, the boy deserves to be rewarded. And so he shall, as the first and foremost of all his future followers. All shall know and be grateful for Akihito's grain of faith.

While he is quiet as they leave the bookshop, the actual noise of the outside world hits him like a strong gust of wind. Atreyun has been outside the world, only vaguely conscious of its many, many great changes. Touching Akihito initially allowed him to absorb more information: this modern language, a very basic understanding of modern technology (yes, he knows what a TV is and what a phone if for. Can he use them without help? Absolutely not!). What he wasn't prepared for were the onslaught of sounds as traffic speeds by, the sheer number of people talking on the street... and the smells? Like metal and oil and... so many things he can't even begin to identify. It prompts him to take a staggering half-step back and screw up his face in visible disgust.

But only for a few seconds. Akihito's safety is this priority here.

"You can walk?" He'll carry you, but he's not about to offer it.