[The implications there are so easy to pick out, startlingly so even to Souji, who nonetheless doesn't question it. Yes, it's overwhelming to just understand so easily, but for now he simply assumes that this is just a thing between two Shinkis, bound together by the love they naturally feel for their God, the one who gave them their name. With his hand trapped between Yamato's, it almost feels like he's trying to protect that name, keep it safe from anything that might threaten to rip it out of his skin, leave it bare like an open wound.

The image causes him to shudder, nausea pressing hard at his throat for a moment.]

I'm glad you're taken care of, until- [-until your God comes back. He doesn't actually say the words, but even so implies them, assuming that Yamato will pick up the meaning just as easily as he has so far. Hoping that he understands that Souji will believe for him too, believe that Yamato's God must come back to him one day. Anything else is unthinkable.]

I'd be glad to meet her. Though I think we can actually leave off all these little ones before we do that. It's only this door up ahead, I think. We were closer than I expected. [He gestures to a sliding door with a familiar seal next to it, which should lead out into the gardens around the temple from here, if he's any judge at all.] And then I'd love to meet your friend.