Right after the attack, someone told me there was a chance you could all still be alive.

[His breath hitches after the last word, as if it still pains him to think about the matter so bluntly. After a moment he goes on, more quietly than before.]

I wanted to believe it. But I was afraid... I didn't want to get my hopes up. I didn't want to get hurt all over again. But...

But it's going to hurt, anyway, so... I want to believe. I hope... I hope you're okay, somehow. If you are... I'm sorry I can't do anything to help.

If you're not...

[He gives a short, cut-off sigh, and goes silent. His next words are only just audible.]

...Please be okay, Masaomi. Please... I keep... having to get used to you being gone. I don't want to do it again. I just want us to be together without having to worry about that anymore.

...Maybe that's a lot to ask, but... I don't care. I'll be selfish, then.

[...]

So... if you're okay, somewhere... I just want you to know that I'm not afraid to hope anymore. That's all I can really do for you, anyway.