[Something about her words wind their way around his heart, and pull. It's more reassuring than earlier, when Sakamoto's words did the same, but in a more sudden, forceful manner. His fingers squeeze her shoulders gently when she touches him. His mind is teetering between wanting to push away from her, or the desire to pull her closer.]
Is that so? [His voice was low, and his eyes were still brimming with that same sadness, so he closed them.] I want to believe...