Huh...? [He blinks with some confusion.] Hey, I don't treat you like a kid... You were the one that asked to hold hands when we went to the festival.

[With... him? His cheeks flush a little. He knows Minako has some knowledge of future events, and he wants to know, but... after what he already put Mitsuru through, it's enough to quell his curiosity for the time being.]

No regrets... Heh, it's just like you to say something like that.

...Minako. [His hand glides across the flimsy grass tips and covers over one of hers. He can feel the warmth of her hand, even through the smooth leather material.] Is there... anything in particular that you still wanna do? I mean... if I knew that I was gonna die tomorrow...