Kyousuke was about to reply, but the rest of what Link was saying robbed him of any words. He exhaled sharply, turning his head and growing tense as thought he'd just been punched in the gut. Why did this keep happening...? How many people had to die? It was hard to think what to do, when he'd never had to contend with anything like this before. Not even Fifth Sector, with methods that might be considered torture, had ever been this cruel. ... This had to stop.

"... I was planning on going to the morgue," he began, as if he hadn't heard that part, but there was a cold edge to his voice that made his anger more than clear. "Supposedly, people sometimes wake up there after they've passed. I don't know if it's true, or what the chances are, but it might put people at ease to know someone's checked. ... He said to leave without him if he was late, so you can come along, if you want."

Right now, it was the best Kyousuke could offer anyone, so he wanted to focus on that instead of tragedies he had no control over. Horrible as it was... he couldn't bring them back. He just had to keep doing what he could, and hope that effort began to pay off eventually.