[Shinjiro stares at him a long, tense moment...then sighs. He feels exhausted by this conversation, by the situation, everything. The weight of even being alive after everything has worn on him, but it feels especially heavy right now.]

...If you still want me around, I'll be there.

[Amada talks as though he's the one who owes Shinjiro something, and it feels tight and painful in his chest. As though those scales could ever be tilted in his direction. As though he could ever have balanced them in the first place with his death alone.

The anger had been kinder, in a way. He'd had something to motivate himself with, the resolve to get himself out of the picture as quickly and quietly as he could. Without it, he has only the exhaustion.]

That's the least I owe you. But don't...[He grits his teeth, closing his eyes a moment.]

This is my last stop, you realize that, right? Time's already gone on without me, and that's how it's gotta be.