That hand is gripped as tightly as Togusa can manage, feeling for Shuji's hand with the fingers that poke through the ends of his gloves. The feeling quiets the doubts that the machine is trying to pour into him. It's only then that Togusa can raise his head, look at Shuji straight on.

"Okay." More certain. "Okay. We find another way."

But as he looks the creature? Thing? Up and down. What other way could there be?