A quiet 'thank you' as Togusa reaches to take his tea cup. He pauses with it in his hands, letting the tea cool as he listens to Koutarou. "Tsushima," he confirms with a nod. The man doesn't seem to be adjusting as well, he's closer to the boat that Togusa is in.

"You seem to have more faith than I do, in," a light stir of his tea cup, "whatever this is that's happening to us. I wish I could find a better peace with it, myself."

"I still believe the other Togusa's soul is out there. He exists. But so do I. And I want us both to be able to keep existing when this is done." There is a quiet fear that they won't have that option.