"Two years?" Gen asked, unable to keep the alarm from his voice.

He can't help but cling more tightly to Senku just then, his breathing uneven. Two years. Two years completely and totally alone. He'd go nuts. He didn't want to do it.

He had to do it, though. There wasn't any other choice. Eventually returning home had to be the end goal, or his world was fucked.

Gen tried to calm himself down again, but - he had to calm down. There wasn't any other choice. He had to calm down and he had to -