[All of his despair, all of his worry, all the anxiety and pain and regrets, everything he had stuffed away into the deepest recesses of himself like he always did, all of it surges up in an unbearable pressure. He lets it out, and it floods through him and down his face. He can't stop and there's some kind of relief in it.

Red's words are like a road letting him know that eventually, as his fingers cling tightly to him, it will ebb to bearable levels.]

She died because someone made a choice. Killing Enoshima won't bring her back. I don't want to kill anyone unless I have to. I'll fight to protect...so I don't have to go through this again. So no one else has to.

[His throat had closed up sometime between protect and the rest. He finally pulls back and wipes at his eyes with the heel of his palm.] ...Sorry, I'm as well as I can be. Hajime was her friend so I focused so much on his worries.