[Yuya pauses, the beginnings of the metaphor already lost on him.

He offers his hand to Kano, to help him stand.] You can't be from my own imagination, because I'm sure about this. I don't need to walk myself through it again.

[He's already so far gone and slipping further. He doesn't care about stopping himself anymore.] So if you're this place, do you really want me to find the way out instead of waiting?