Ha, last I checked even in a really bad timeline, I'm still alive and kicking and doing well for myself at twenty-four. [From what he's been told, anyway. He obviously hasn't met his ten-year-later self, that kinda violates all kinds of space-time laws. He leans into Makoto's soft touch, closing his eyes.] And I'm definitely not going to forget about you. No matter what happens... I'll always look for you.