"Holy shit, you fucking faggot."
Kuji tried to open his eyes at the familiar voice, but lacking the strength, he soon gave up. He felt like he had something very important to say, but he couldn't remember. He heard many voices coming from far away. He heard the familiar sound of sirens. His body felt leaden, and he felt like the core of his brain had gone numb.
"What? Can't hear me, idiot?"
It's 　Nango Kuji thought. He simultaneously remembered the most important thing on his mind.
"How's Song?"
"Safe, you dumbass. We've rescued him."
"Good." That was all he needed to hear. He smiled. Nango's voice rained down on him from above again.
"Open your eyes, damnit! You've still got work left to do for us as an S, you hear me? The ambulance is on its way."
I wish I could open my eyes, but I can't, he wanted to say.
"Mr. Nango, Masatake needs me. Please let me be by his side," he heard Song's quiet voice say.
"Where are you?" Kuji asked. "It's so dark - I can't see."
"I'm right here." Someone gripped his hand with large, warm, and familiar palms.
"Masatake, I want you to listen carefully to what I'm going to say. And I want you to repeat after me. Got it?"
What?
"Our Father, which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come..." Song was praying. Does that mean I'm going to die? Oh, well. I guess it's all good, since Song is safe. God must have saved him. Thanks, man. I don't believe in you, but if Song does, there's nothing I can do. I guess the least I can do is thank you.
God, huh. I wonder what he looks like. If I die, would I get to meet him? Hey, I should ask.
"Can I go to the kingdom of God?"
"You can."
"And so will you, right?"
"Yes, perhaps."
"Then, if I wait over there, I'll be able to see you again, right?" That was all he wanted to make sure. "Will you pray for me?"
"I will." The hands clasped tightly around his own. A dazzling light appeared in the darkness that had surrounded him. He heard that song - the song he had so loved.