Isamu exits the river and steps up next to Tatsuo, and all he can do is try to cheer him on. “You can make it!”

Togusa’s breath comes fast, heaving, he has to psych himself up for the next step. It hurts, asshole! But Togusa keeps his observation to himself, and squeezes his eyes tight.

Step. Step.

There’s a flash of familiarity, from his training, the pushing ahead when his body is completely certain that it cannot continue. But, instead, he keeps walking. Falling will end him, he knows it.

Another step, another, before he reaches a hand out. “Tatsuo..” His eyes open as he gets almost there.