[Like the first message, there's a delay of silence at the beginning, but it's considerably shorter.]

Me again.

[He breathes out, slow and heavy. He's determined not to lose it today. Not for the next couple minutes.]

...They still haven't found anything. But...

[...]

...it's stupid to keep hoping, isn't it? It's... kind of cruel, too... if you were still...

[He still can't bring himself to say it.]

...I haven't changed at all... I'm tagging after you like always. I can't let you go.

I can't...

[There's a dull thump sound.]

You'd... be on my case, if you could see me now. Asuna-chan... she misses you, too. And she's worried. I think... I'm scaring her, maybe, because I... but... I don't know how to talk to her about this. I just... don't want...

[He goes quiet for a while. When he speaks again, his voice is lower, a little more strained.]

I keep thinking... and I just -- I wish I hadn't...

You've always been my best friend. You've always looked out for me. I didn't... appreciate that enough. I yelled at you too much.

And I just... keep thinking... [His voice tightens.] Maybe if I'd been better... maybe you wouldn't have been so close. Maybe you'd have been standing with me and you never would have--!

[He breathes in, shakily -- and while his next words are louder, more forceful, more emotional, he still doesn't cry yet.]

If it was my fault, I'm sorry! If I could've -- done something, anything different... if I could go back--!

[It does break out of him now. Painfully. His voice is muffled as he goes on.]

I want to go back -- I can't... but I want to go back!

[It's another minute of smothered crying before he ends the feed.]