That sounded like it’s own kind of nightmare. What if Shinjiro was thrown into the future? What if he learned that the others had died in the interim? The whole idea twisted his stomach and he shoved the thought away.

This was why what-ifs were useless.

“Do whatever you want, then,” Shinjiro said with a sigh. He could only hope that he really did provide with too many names for the kid to keep track of after all. “I can’t stop you. But I ain’t supposed to be alive - so I don’t know how long this will last.”

And yes, he knew better than to even hint at why it’d be be better if he wasn’t - or why that was the case. Shinjiro wasn’t trying to fish for pity and didn’t want to begin to explain.