[An ice pick to her neck. Junpei remembers a knife at Clover's throat, a gun to Akane's temple, and thinks, no, there's nothing she could have done--that if this Miki girl told her to run, that was for the best. One person the enemy couldn't leverage. One person out of their line of sight, that they would have to worry about.

But that's not really what Yuuri's asking. She's asking about the bear. Asking not whether or not she was smart, but if she's a bad person for a decision neither of them fully understand.

He can't answer that question, not yet, so he keeps his arm curled around her back and his other hand stroking her hair and shakes his head at the latter one.]

Not really. Not if... these are memories, rather than dreams.

[He thinks back to his, thinks about the strange continuity--the impossibly disjointed yet somehow consistent events--within his own Sunday morning trilogy. After a moment, he kisses her hair. They could both use the comfort.]

Your dream--the one inside your memory. Did it clarify anything?