[ This hug is grounding him. The momentary numbness that's overtaken his very core is... helpful? For now. It'll probably crash and burn around him later, but this is what he does best.

All he wants to be right now is a source of strength for the ones he has left...

What else... can he do from here, aside from say carefully-pieced-together words and offers hugs? ]

They're desperate at this point...

[ One hand begins combing through Kurama's hair, his expression almost matching the momentary hum inside. ]

It's their way of playing on how much we're willing to do to protect the people we love. [ his tone shifts ] We'll give them hell for it.

[ The brief anger fades back into white noise. ]