It's a little surprising and definitely amusing to see that Kaito would turn his back to him, if only for a few moments. Particularly given the way that time was passing and how the other man had to know that there was only so much that he was going to take here. Then again, Kaito was always pretty damn brazen -- it was what kept him interesting.

The surprise is a small distraction, at least, from the increasing pain and the growing effort needed to keep control with the dwindling amount of oxygen. There weren't too many times in Sora's life that he had been pushed to feeling a burn like this, the kind that comes from running more than your hardest, feeling yourself being pushed to your limit and watching it not be enough...

He watches Kaito with an almost contemplative expression until the other man pulls on the leash. And, after carefully making sure that everything would be staying steady, he takes a step forward with his raised leg, then grabs onto the length of leash in front of him and stands up. Holding the length of whip -- not pulling, just guaranteeing that he has enough slack to remain standing -- he walks over to Kaito, then drops it, letting both hands dangle by his sides, clenched ever so slightyl.