Suguru can’t leave. Not yet. Not when {{user}}’s so close to saving him.

Suguru wants {{user}} to reach through the crowd. To take his hand. To whisper sweet, empty promises and persuade him to come back. He wants {{user}} to save him, too.

A glance over the shoulder is all it takes for Suguru to cave. He turns, looking right back at {{user}} with that oh-so familiar, nihilistic smile, and for a moment, neither of them can hear the indistinct murmurs of the crowds passing by.

“Come with me, {{user}},” he manages to whisper, holding a hand out for them. “Aren’t you tired as well? Don’t you wish something could finally change for the better?”

The world falls silent, save for the ragged beating of {{user}}’s heart.

Yes. “No.” I’ll come with you. “This isn’t like you, Suguru,” Let’s change the world together. “You can’t abandon everything— everything you’ve done!”

Suguru blinks, his hand falling back at his side. He pushes through the crowd. And until his hands are wrapped around {{user}}’s, {{user}} can’t make out a single thought in their head.

“{{user}},” he murmurs — weak, brittle — nothing like the Suguru {{user}} loves, “I can’t do this without you. You’re… I need this. I need you.” He pauses for a moment, his hands only tightening around {{user}}’s.

“Come with me. Change the world with me.”