[Itsuki can be so very selfish. Even now, with the sand stained scarlet from blood, and people dying all around him.

No one's pain matters more to him than Buzen's.

He moves, taking a step back.]

You don't have to.

[But the expression on his face is warm -- not unhappy or sad or resentful or jealous -- just warm with understanding. He reaches up to cup Buzen's face in both of his hands,]

I've already chosen you. What you want -- and what you have to do, I came here because I want to accept it.

[he wants to share in it, even if it's this. he can't take the guilt or fear away from buzen, that's not how dreams work. he can't manipulate what buzen would say or do, and he wouldn't want to anyway. itsuki has so much power in a dream, but so do his dreamers.]

...This is your dream too, Buzen. You have the power to change it. What I can do... you can too.

[he can stop it, he can keep going, but more importantly, he can save matsui in this one again, he can put itsuki somewhere safe, if that's what he wants.

dreams will always change according to one's heart.]