While Ken is still in any capacity conscious, Chikusa is going to take advantage of it. He keeps slicing small bits of fruit, wondering if he should look for meat whenever Ken falls fully asleep. After all, starvation has robbed him of all sorts of vitamins and nutrients. Water and fruit isn’t going to cut it.

“He’s going to be here tomorrow,” he promises his partner, pressing another slice of banana into his mouth and then following it up with a few grapes. This is good. Encouraging. So long as Ken can still eat, it’s fine. “And we’ll make sure you’re alright… I’ll clean up everything before we leave, Ken.”