Sora hadn't expected his comment to result in a long explanation from Tsurugi, but this was the sort of thing he'd been hoping to draw out of the other boy, and so he listened carefully.

It did sound a little out of this world, because he'd never thought of a simple game as being something so serious. But it clearly meant a lot to Tsurugi, judging from the passion that appeared in his eyes when he talked about it. That was the sort of thing Sora always noticed, and he had to smile in spite of himself.

"It's good, to fight for what you believe in and what you care about. With friends at your side and the right attitude, anything's possible." And Sora believed those words, to the point that he had to apply them to his current situation. Somehow, someway, he would beat this illness. With all the people willing to help him, how couldn't he?

Sora couldn't say anything more, though, seeing how a pair of nurses dropped by to collect them. So he'd somehow survived the first shift of the day. Hopefully they would get easier as he went along. He stood from his seat and ignored the stabbing pain that went through his stomach as a result. "Thanks again, Tsurugi," he said to the other patient. "For everything."