[ He's not reaching him, is he? Hiyori tries to grab Tsumugi by the shoulders, to clarify and speak but his hands only go through him.

For a moment, Hiyori looks so lost.

He hasn't been able to touch anyone here, not their hearts or opinions with his words or actions. Now, not this way either. His hands grope for some purchase, but find nothing. In the end, the only thing he should do is draw them back, but he doesn't. He speaks, exhausted and vehement: ]

Tsumugi-kun! I want you to live! It's my selfishness, it's for my own sake! If there's blood on my hands, don't let it be yours! Go home and let me forget about you, forget about this! If you stay here, my failure to you isn't something that will ever leave me!