It's all right. We can't have you leaving now after you worked so hard to survive last time, right?

[ their humor is gentle. Watching him try and move around is depressing. It's hard to tell the extent of his injuries, the way he is now, but they must be considerably bad - worse than Mizuki could help him with. All they can do is help him with these offerings. They take the papers, keeping them lined up neatly in one pile in front of them for the time being. ]

You've got it. I need to head over there, anyway. [ to check the identities of the other two bodies, if nothing else. ] ... Are you going to be okay? I'm worried about your wounds.