It takes a while. Longer than it should, but Makoto's determined. The sea water stings at his eyes, but he finally grabs the gun off of the sandy bottom and surfaces. He sputters out some water, He holsters his gun, staring at Chikusa.

"It... can't be you. You wouldn't just leave. It could... it couldn't be... I've been looking for you for so long, you wouldn't just... hide... so it can't be you..."