[The consoling pressure compels Yoosung to look down at their hands, exhaling slowly. In any case, he was just reaching desperately - he knows why he didn't kill, because Saeran looked so much like his best friend, and even though he didn't understand what was going on with them, he was important to Seven. On some level, Yoosung was protecting him too. It's nice though, hearing it reaffirmed. He did better than most could have. That has to be enough for now... that, and being of worth to Mishima. After a summer of holding on to both of their laptops and obsessing over the many ways how he thought he let him down, yes, that definitely has value. Though he believed he was gone forever, now their bond is literally the most reliable thing he has to hold on to right now. The thought that he might feel the same way too, after all that they've come to share, is enough to bring a smile to his face that is sincere, if incredibly tired.]

I... I think it's worth plenty. We're all we have right now, right? [It's a 'we' that is broad enough to include whatever other dead are in this place, but he definitely also means it personally.]

Even if it's messed up like this... Mishima, I'm thankful we met again.