[Despite being glad that Sheryl is coming out of the cold lake, beginning to shrug out of the thick cardigan A4 had "made" for her in preparation of trying to warm the other woman back up, Konoah can't... be glad.

She's a bit afraid she won't ever be the same sort of glad again, after what they've seen.]

... We don't have anywhere else. I thought I got home, in that "rift"... but it wasn't real.

[It had been a cruel trick, showing them glimpses of worlds they might never see again. Maybe Mikuni was back there... now that he had disappeared. Was gone. But there was no way to know... was there?]

You're not going to just camp out here are you?