[Wataru steps closer, taking a chance, and lays a shaking hand on the gun, lowering it further if he can. His other hand rests on the young man's shoulder, light and kind and gentle and generous.]

How do I know...? Well, I don't. Is this what they call "having faith"? I assure you, I gave him a thorough trial, an audition of his own, so to speak. Eichi knows where he stands with me, and that it is a tenuous, fragile position to be at my side. Who knows how long it may even last? But the fact remains that if I'm going to be without him, I'd rather be dead.