Shaking his head, Souji looks at the origami butterflies he's piled to the side. Letting out a breath as he gathers himself.

"I don't know. I hope we can--it seems like we'd have to if we go back home."

Naoto had come from before Christmas the last time she was here, and if she'd forgotten anything while she was here, she'd have to have remembered it when she got home or he's sure he'd have noticed.