He hears voices. Familiar ones. It makes him run forward into the shadows, past McBurn, his throat clenching with a feeling he can't name. He calls out before he even clears the violet fog, his voice echoing.

"Futaba!"

Yusuke bursts from the portal, eyes wide, hair rather disheveled, panting from exertion and emotion. Instantly his gaze darts from person to person, wondering if this is a dream or if he really is alive.

"Futaba...," he breathes. There's brightness in his eyes that might be tears. "Rubedo... everyone... you're all still here...."