[ Ryoji almost steps on Yato's head in stumbling backwards the moment his feet touches the ground, too shaken to be proud or relieved or apologetic. He flops down onto the ground, exhausted, staring at the sword Yato had left abandoned several paces away, scorched expanse of earth behind it. ]

Maybe I could have done it earlier if you'd asked politely and used my name.

[ he shakes his head ]

...Sorry. My thoughts are a mess. I believed in you being a god, that you would be able to survive whatever Thanatos threw at you. I didn't worry about you as I should have.