I don't know. [Yamazaki glanced down thoughtfully. He had to admit, he had no idea how any of this worked. Even free of Fugue's influence, even without so much of the strangeness that had made this place what it was... it still made absolutely no logical sense.] We can only speculate about what might happen when we leave... about what might be possible. Until we've gone, I don't think we'll know.

However... I know that I can't go to your time. I, at least, need to return to where I left off. [He looked back at Okita.] Having learned what I've learned about the future from you, there are some things I would like to attempt to change.

[Speaking of which...] ...You're not sick yet, in my time. [Not as far as Yamazaki knew, in any case.] I wonder... if I were to take this place's medicine back with me, if you could be prevented from ever becoming sick, or at least treated before it becomes serious.