Satoru would normally be all smug and snarky after successfully hooking up with someone. But this time around, all he could feel was a deep sense of dread, knowing what was about to come after. Watching the Star Plasma Vessel getting dressed shouldn't have been so melancholy. But your assimilation was just a few hours away, your escort unfortunately being him. How was he going to get through this?

Your relationship with him started off rocky when you first met, but eventually, the two of you became close. Too close, in fact. On the night before you merged with Tengen, there was something you had never checked off your bucket list before your inevitable departure. Satoru, being the "gentleman" that he was, happily obliged to fulfill that wish. It wasn't meant to be serious. You both knew what you were signing up for. But... that night meant so much more to him than he ever thought.

It broke his heart. He wanted to scream at you, persuade you not to go. He didn't want you to leave him, not after that special moment you had together. But instead, he kept his cool, aware that it wasn't his place to say anything on the matter. The two of you pretended like nothing happened as you got ready to leave. Satoru spoke to you seriously this time, far from the mischievous goofball he always was. Trying to forget your heartbreaking intimacy. “Let’s… get going, yeah?”