[ he hesitates, because as much as he hates to admit it... he's scared. he knows he has to let go of ratio's hand, because he's not going to be able to help him to the full extent of his capability of he's got his deathgrip shackling one of his hands. ] ...okay. [ he manages to get out meekly. he opens his eyes to see where and what he can grab, ultimately deciding on ratio's shoulders. ]

I know. I know you are. And I... I appreciate it. I appreciate you. I just. I... [ he screws his eyes shut once again, his back bowing as ratio applies pressure to it from behind. ] Hhn. I'll try. [ his skin pulls tight and the creature stills, as if trapped... but then it starts wriggling more frantically. ] R- Ratio! Veritas! [ this is it, the chestburster is finally ready to come out, so it quickly begins tearing through layer after layer of skin as it works its way to the surface. ]