[That small ripple in the stillness of Kim’s composure does it. He’d anticipated the confusion, maybe even frustration at the logical runaround, but Kim— seems concerned? Upset? Genuinely so. Kamui swallows the lump in his throat: his gaze actually falters for a second before he pulls his eyes back to meet Kim’s once more.

He never once considered that Kim could care.]

It wasn’t a lie.

[In the interest of information, for the sake of answering the vital question of why and how they are here, Kamui has to be up front. The very strange story will only get stranger, and if anyone should get to hear the truth of it, it’s Kim.]

It’s exactly why I know I can’t be dead: because waking up here felt nothing like the first time I came back.

[And there it is.]

I know it sounds impossible, but I’m telling the truth.