"Then I will keep a constant vigil for our phones or anything equivalent. If I should find something, I know to deliver it straight to you."

Futaba is so tiny and unsure of things, Yusuke can't help feeling sorry for her even if he doesn't remember her. She shouldn't be forced into a situation like this-- none of them should-- and Yusuke knows he'll do anything he can to protect her.

His hand settles on the crown of her head, feeling the thick, soft weight of her hair against his skin. Somehow he manages a faint smile for her. "I won't let anything happen to you, I promise. We're going to get out of here, the others need us."