[ He wants to, but he doesn't ask, hoping they'd received something small and ultimately harmless like Fane's black paged journal, instead of what'd happened with Shirasu and him getting caught on fire. Those thoughts chill him, but the bodies all around him are warm, and he relaxes a little. ]

...Do you think I'll have time to use it before tomorrow? I could wish for something like... I wish this were all a dream, and that everybody's actually safe in their beds at home.