[It's an embrace that grounds him in its steadfastness. Yuuna was here, she was real. Not one of the countless hallucinations he'd been haunted by in captivity, fleeting glances of faces and places he knew only to leave him alone in his hell once again.]

You never really escaped. This hell will never end.

[...]

[He raises his uncovered hand, the metal still warm from the onslaught by Yuuna's doppelganger, to wrap his arm around her and rest his hand on the back of her shoulder.]

What are you doing? You'll hurt her. Stop.

[That's what he feared more than anything. That this body, these hands, were only capable of destruction, pain, and fear. That's why he kept running and hiding. For fear of what he was capable of, without even trying. But that was..]

This isn't hell. Even if it was, this is... exactly where I need to be. I can still... be a force for good. I don't need to run anymore.

[There's no response from the voices. He completes the embrace with his still-gloved hand, holding her much more firmly with that one.]

Yuuna... thank you.