Hearing Michiru say it -- honest and clear, for once in their lives -- makes something in Haruka's chest cave in. There are so many things she could say, flashing through her head: how the world stopped in place and her blood turned ice when Michiru collapsed to the ground, how when she looked down at her it felt, if only for a second, that the path they'd taken was wrong all along. None of it is something she could admit aloud, even now. But she can act on it.

Haruka leans down and brings their lips together.

She won't let herself have regrets a second time.