[ Yato breaks eye contact and balls up a fist in his hair in frustration, because he can barely stand to look at Ryoji when he says things like this. So self-defeating. So fatalistic. Yato hardly knows why he's trying anymore.

Yato-sama, I hope you remember this one thing...

His jaw clenches and his throat seems to tighten. As they always do when he remembers that voice. ]

I don't know anything about some figurative hundreds of lives. All I know is I'd be taking away one real life.

And Yuuko? Your mom? Minako? Their feelings don't mean anything on your big made-up scale?