The Limbo here is different — emptier than the others. Just long stretches of cracked stone and flickering sky, like an unfinished thought. There's no time to question it. The moment they land, Yui hears it—
"Haru!"
A sharp thud.
She turns just in time to see him collapse to his knees, then fall forward with a grunt. His hands tremble as he tries to hold himself up, but they buckle beneath him. A splatter of red hits the ground.
"A-Are you okay!?"
Yui scrambles to his side, dropping down with both hands on his shoulders. Haru coughs, blood on his lips.
"Haru, hey—stay with me," she says, voice cracking.
Ayumi and Daichi run over from behind.
"We need to sit," Yui says, frantic. "He's not okay—we have to stop, just for a second—"
But Daichi's voice is firm, tight with anxiety.
"We barely have any time. Kaito's fighting the Watcher right now as we speak. What if—what if he dies? What if the Watcher notices we're here?"
Yui turns toward him, panicked. "Then what do we do?! Haru can't keep going like this—look at him!"
Haru gives a shaky breath, resting back against the stone. "I'm fine," he mutters, but his voice is thin. "Just—just give me a second…"
Ayumi looks between them all, uncertain — biting her thumb. Daichi curses under his breath, eyes scanning the area. The place looks like what's left of an old subway platform — rusted tracks curve off into blackness, and the crumbling walls are stained with time.
Pieces of machinery lie gutted along the edge, most too broken to recognize. A half-sunken train car rests nearby, its doors blown open, barely standing upright.
"I'll check that," Daichi mutters, already moving. "Stay here."
Yui watches him sprint across the cracked floor and hop into the tilted train car. For a second, all she hears is the distant roar of the Watcher somewhere far off, and Haru's strained breathing beside her.
Then Daichi reappears, a small metal box clutched in his hands. It's dented and filthy — an old emergency kit. Probably something from before all this. He kicks the broken door aside and runs back toward them.
"I found this under one of the seats," he says, kneeling. "It's not much. There's some bandages, though."
"No way…" Yui whispers.
"No disinfectant," Daichi adds. "So just… do what you can."
Yui nods quickly, grabbing the box. She opens it with trembling hands. Bandages, scissors, a roll of gauze. Enough, she kneels beside Haru, brushing the edge of the scratch on his ribs with care, he flinches slightly.
"I'll be gentle, I promise."
"Can't be worse than what I'm feeling right now.." Haru mutters.
Yui wraps the bandage around Haru's ribs carefully, her fingers trying not to shake too much.
His skin is bruised deep purple, and every time she tightens the fabric, he winces.
"You're doing fine," Haru says through clenched teeth.
"Better than any doctor I've been to."
Yui manages a shaky laugh.
"I think I'm way underqualified."
"You're doing a great job for someone with no training,"
he teases gently. Then, after a beat, quieter, "…You always do."
Yui pauses, caught off guard, looking up at him. His eyes are half-lidded, but watching her. There's dried blood on his lip. His cheeks are dusted with dirt. And still—
"You still look so pretty when you're all beaten up…" he murmurs.
Yui freezes.
"What?" she squeaks.
Haru blinks, like realizing too late what he just said. "I—! Wait, I didn't mean—I mean, I did, but I didn't mean to say it—out loud—"
His voice stumbles and trips over itself. Even with all the bruises and blood, his ears turn pink.
Yui stares at him, stunned… then a flush blooms on her own face. "N-no, it's okay!" she says quickly. "It's okay! Really!"
She fumbles with the gauze, her hands moving faster as she finishes wrapping it across his ribs.
The air between them is awkward, warm, and completely out of place in the ruined silence around them — but maybe that's why it matters.
They sit in that quiet for just a moment, breathing. Letting themselves feel… something human. Even now.
"There," she finally says, securing the last of the bandage.
"That should help a little. It's not perfect, but—"
"It's perfect," Haru cuts in, gently. "Thanks, Yui."
Yui gives him a soft smile.
"You think you can walk?"
Haru shifts, testing his weight. A low groan escapes his throat, but he pushes himself up anyway, hand braced against the wall.
"It still hurts a lot. But yeah… I'll manage."
She steps beside him quickly, letting him lean on her if he needs to.
From a little ways off, Ayumi watches them wordlessly, her arms crossed. Daichi stands beside her.
"We need to keep moving," Daichi says.
"Kaito's still fighting… and if he's not—"
"Don't," Yui says, not looking back. "He's alive."
They don't respond, but no one argues. The silence that follows is heavier than before.
They begin walking again — deeper into the limbo's gut, shadows curling along the edges of the crumbled world around them.
And Kaito's body, far from them now, lies discarded where the Watcher left him.