[His grip on her hand is gentle, warm, reassuring; he absently traces his thumb over her knuckles as he nods, dropping his gaze to the floor.]

My cousin. She was very important to me. She was kidnapped, and I didn't save her in time. She got very sick, and ... she died.

[Souji looks back up to her, the smile on his face gone thin.]

I understand what it's like ... to lose someone you love, to feel responsible for it.