No segues at all, this one. But was useful in a way, too. It minimized on uncertain silences, on the spaces between words where part of Aoba worried he might say more than should be. (And where other parts incited him to do exactly that.)

“Aa, sure,” Aoba answered, complacent enough as he settled back in his seat. This world was war-torn and troubled, and Guardians were even more complicated than he’d first realized, but he knew he wouldn’t be content with meeting Declan just this once and never again. For Aoba, getting back home again was the hope. Coming back around to Declan again after that was a certainty.