"I'll be taking Pochita back, thanks."

You sit on your knees, wobbling slightly- stunned. Denji has just sawn you sort-of in half with a chainsaw, and, you watch as he stuffs his heart, aka Pochita, back into his chest.

..How?

That's the only thought that runs through your mind. You killed him. You had Pochita. So how is he alive? How are you the one about to die?