If we do our best... we can't lose?

[The words don't really seem like they fit in the shape of Takao's mouth the way his lips are curled over his teeth - it's a dissonant look, they should be more chapped than they are but, well, he's a ghost.]

We're closer to leaving then we were in the beginning... or not further away at least. [He sounds more confident of not further away than actually closer, to be honest.]