[That was exactly what Henry found himself thinking about. Naoya would have to keep living on and on and on with no relief. The people he met, they were doomed to die without him. No, he was the one doomed to keep living.

The thought actually made Henry uncomfortable. Uncomfortable. He fantasized about death. That's how he was raised, was with the dream to die. The pain he'd been through was what drove him to such fantasies. He always had the comfort that it'd be over someday.

Naoya would be able to witness Henry, unable to control his expression for a number of reasons, make perhaps the most raw face of distress he'd been able to make in a long time. How do you live? would be a question he'd ask, but the answer was simple: Naoya had no other choice. It was more painful to know that Naoya couldn't die at all than it was to know that he'd died in that vision of his. This was definitely worse.]

I could help you get rid of that curse...

[He forgot that he'd already offered when they first met, only to be turned down. The difference was that he knew what Naoya's curse was now, and that he had a fever to make his memory less reliable.]