[If only he could do something about the phantoms, everything would have been so much better. Yukine sits in the dimly lighted spot provided by his tablet, wishing he could do something- anything, really, on his own for once.]

It's not their fault that they're dead, you know. I don't think it's their fault they can't go on either.

[And he gets that, really.It's not easy being dead. It's probably worse with nobody to help you through it. Maybe....? Well, he can't kill the phantoms alone.

With a hushed tone of fear he talks to the air, or walls, or whatever makes the voices]

I'm sorry I can't help you. I don't know how.