[ Even for Satoru's sake, he's not sure if there should be any mercy given to the him who killed an entire village of people. Not because he feels any remorse over it—most of were he feels is dread over going down a path that would permanently separate him from Satoru and Shoko—but because... it's not fair. Why should he be given special treatment?

It's not like he wants Satoru to have to kill him, but he can't imagine any other option. After being driven to a point like that, is there any coming back? ]

I'd probably kiss you. I don't really know how long I've liked you, anyway.

[ He'd let Satoru do anything. Kill him or kiss him. There's no one that he trusts more in the world.

He tangles their legs together drawing idle patterns over the fabric of Satoru's shirt where his hand is resting against his side. ]

If we both live, maybe we should be selfish and wish for it.

[ If they both survive. Otherwise, nothing is as important as you getting back home. ]