[Ryou lets out a low growling hum from deep within his chest, a comfortable noise, but he doesn't speak for a moment. He's considering what he's going to ask next...because he doesn't like thinking about at least one part of it.

Death...it's scary, but he's stared it in the face before. It's what comes after that concerns him at this point. Especially now.]

...I hope that whatever happens, when I die for good, I get to see you again. Do you think...we will see each other again after everything?