[Yoosung grimaces after being shouted at, only recoiling more when that accusing finger points back at him. Just ... what's happening in this conversation anymore!? The picture Mitarai paints as truth is so bitter, yet it resonates with Yoosung in the most uncomfortable way - all these thoughts he'd have himself and rather not face bubbles out from this psychological blow, escaping past his lashes. Somehow, all he can think about when he mentions talent for bringing hope is Rika.]

I don't get what you're saying about hope! But aren't the ones who are suffering in weakness the ones who we should help the most? Even a little bit that can make someone's life happier... that's what Rika would have wanted. She's the most talented person I ever knew!

[It's true, and his voice creaks from the desperation of no longer knowing. He looks back into Mitarai's eyes, thinking that surely he can at least understand this much, following the wisdom from a better person. As if that was enough, and could ever bring Yoosung hope. A silence passes as he breathes, uncertainty filling his lungs like he's drowning in it, until it leaks out of new holes from his chest.]

But her memory still doesn't tell me what to do... Mishima's the one who told me I still had a reason to preserve my life instead of fighting for his sake until they killed me. Saying we're worthless without 'hope'...

[He scrubs his eyes, so they won't be dripping wet when he finally glares at Mitarai.]

Just who do you think you are?!