[He bites the inside of his cheek. The mention of Akechi and allusion to a dead body flags itself in his head, like it did when the detective prince had texted them about it. It's still... too soon, for a lot of things. A lot of unresolved things that he was working through. It's time, isn't it? Ryuji promised to talk about stuff that wasn't bullshit when they were together here.

His eyes open, his eyelids slowly droop downward. He doesn't know how to answer that. A dead person, reborn. He imagined that it was the station doing all the work here, refusing to let them die. There's tightness inside him- tightness that forms because of a conversation he's had with Akechi about suicide. The image of Rogue's dead body still fresh in the reaches of his vision, not dulled by the passing of a few days. The way he thought Dave was going to die when he was paralyzed and couldn't breathe. The fear that Naoya would in the same way.

And the utter, complete ineptitude at being to prevent any of that. Any of those things.]

It's not stupid.

It's just about the only thing I can think about lately.

[He had been there- helped Akechi. So fucking scared out of his wits that everything else didn't seem to matter at the moment.]

I close my eyes and I see her. You ever see a drowned body before?