... But maybe, at some point, he can. He can visit his brother. Makoto moves forward and tries to take Chikusa in his arms, not caring that he might get hurt. He misses his brother so much...

"I..." His voice is hoarse, and he tries to speak. "... I have a question." There's something there, something inside his mind. He's not sure that he can push it so hard, but... "How did you... even... no." That's a different question, one he doesn't care so much about. "Would you... take me with you?"

He can't bear to lose Chikusa again, even for a little bit.