[Yuuto really desperately doesn’t want to cry anymore. Any time that he does, he imagines Inaba being alone right now and how helpless he is to help her. But Fauna is right. Her logic is so straight-forward and correct, in a way that his tired soul can’t understand.

His eyes are watery again. Yuuto hears little sniffles and whimpers sneaking through his defenses. He feels his arm trembling in her grip.]

When this is all over, I’ll go back to living that way. I’m not going to have anyone to help me… I’m so scared. I’m changing, Fauna… I can’t live that way anymore. I’d rather die.