I need him here. I need him now, in this room. I need to see him, get this image of the fire out of my eyes.

I need him in my arms, I need him to kiss me and love me and hurt me. I need him to be so gentle and so harsh, the same balance that pushed him to pursue that Shinigami so many times. He has to come back, demand that I bandage him up, say he'll try again someday.

I need him to be. How can I love Kazutaka if he doesn't exist in the present?