[ Two tired friends leaning on each other is a wonderful image, thank you Hei. Without really realising it, they're swaying slightly, like a little soothing rhythm. Yusuke doesn't especially want to move from this space - the heaviness and warmth of Akira here, reminding him of what's real and what is just memory.

Painful and sad memories. ]

I will hold you to that, Ren. And I will listen.

[ And then he laughs, a little tired and a little weak. But a laugh. ]

This dream of nothing but darkness? Certainly, if that's what you want.