"I'm not leaving you here, Ken; you know I won't!"

Now even his teeth were chattering, and his ears were ringing. His face almost felt warm again, despite the cold, from the fever, but his legs were frozen numb, his hands still wet and clammy from the soaked bandages around them. This might end up worse than sleeping on the snow..

But he wasn't going to leave Ken here. Not like this -- or ever.

"J-just because you didn't ask, I-I don't think Mr. Shinjiro would have ever let you die.. and I won't, either." He closed his eyes against the pounding headache, but kept talking. "Mr. Shinjiro gave his life so that you could live, a-and.. I'm not going to let that go to waste.

"...I want you to live as much as he wanted, too.."