[He doesn't say anything for a long time, because it isn't the time or the place. Words are empty in the face of grief and nothing here isn't grief. No reasoning or explanation is going to patch the wound in Yuuri's heart, and all he can do is be there, pressed against her, to staunch the flow. To keep some of the life--some of her love for Ruu-chan, for her sister--inside her. So she can live.

Junpei doesn't say anything. He keeps her hair back from her wet face, murmurs shushing noises without meaning a syllable of them, makes sure he's never not touching her, that she never loses contact with the warmth of his skin.]

When we get out of here...

[He says only when she's quieter, soft himself.]

First, we'll rescue your friends. If Ardyn doesn't want to do it, I know Church and Queenie and Arianna will. And then I'll take you to my Japan, Japan in 2029, and I'll show you...

[He holds her face in two hands again, then picks up a blanket and brushes tears away. Like she, and not Ruu, is the precious child in need of care.]

I'll take you to a summer festival. O-Bon. And we'll... remember everything we've lost, there. Everything we've forgotten.

[He stops dabbing at her face and just looks at her, her cheek in his palm.]

Come with me to that festival, Yuuri. Please.