...you don't even need to apologize, this time. I looked online. It wasn't like you signed up or anything. [ ] You got asked to do it because you're always...you always want to help. [ He shakes his head, still half-smiling. ] That's always what happens, isn't it? [ Helping by getting out of Tama's life for good. Helping by not rocking the boat with Kawase and his downward spiral. Yes, at the point that Minakami was at it had become running away, but...only someone without a guilty heart could cast aspersions about that. He'd pushed away first. ]

...how many times have you had to tell me about us? [ It almost sounds like an idle thought, as he runs his thumb over the prayer beads, but of course it's the reverse. A shocking confirmation he hadn't forgotten what they'd said across the phone, that he'd held on to the information instead of discarding everything they'd said under such dire circumstances. ] There must have been hundreds of times I didn't believe you, or listen to you. A hundred more where I did, but I was still a useless, stubborn idiot. [ His smile is stranger when he picks his head up, tilting it at Minakami. ] You got your arm cut off once, y'know. It was terrifying...but you were trying so hard to help. [ He finally lets himself bump his shoulder in to Mina's arm, as his head turns to look back out at the room. ] My head's too full of stuff I don't want you to see. The future, because of him. But I should have trusted you more, because we're the same.