I hope if he is here, I can find him. Or, I need to get back to him. My mot -- he's hurt really badly. And it's all my fault.

[Because he had come for her. If he hadn't, if he had just fled and lived his life, he would have been fine. Well, on the run, but that did not seem like anything new for him to be dealing with compared to him avoiding the guards anyway.]

Saya. I'm glad it worked. We didn't have anything like this back home.