[Akira just pets him, strokes him between the ears and the back of the ears and his back. Even pets his cheeks, hoping to convey some sense of comfort to his comrade and friend.]

It'll be alright, Mona.

[He tilts his head a bit to let Morgana touch him more firmly, if he wants to.]

I'm still here. Still fighting. Back home, I have a theory that the Metaverse - and my cognition of myself in that space - may make it easier for me to even temporarily return to my usual self, so I won't be a liability on the field, but for now, this is what I'm living with.

I'm not going to stop fighting, okay? I may have turned out like this, but I don't plan on staying like this forever.

[He doesn't know if he can be cured, but he damn well isn't ready to just give up.]