("because in their mind, they've got no other choice," jonas echoes internally. he's faced that already, over and over and over again. while he wouldn't call it bravery when all he could think about was getting home, someone else might.

someone else might've refused to try at all.)

Yeah. Yeah, I think so, too.

(not wanting to keep hibiki idle, jonas briefly checks on the woman on her back and once again leads the way. deeper into mirth they go to find help; should they have called sakura? would she have been busy handling other patients far more injured than this one?

a tense silence reigns for a couple of minutes until jonas finds something else to say. it's rare for him to reach out to relate to someone, so it's said almost shyly—defensively.)

My mom died, too. It was... It was fairly recent, I guess, and she wasn't—it wasn't murder or anything like that, but—I don't know, man. I think what I'm saying is that I... understand a little bit. I understand just, like, the helplessness of it all. It's hard to know what to do.

I'm glad you chose to work instead of choosing to lie down and wallow.