[Makoto's always had a talent for seeing through people. It definitely came in handy for forming so many friendships over the year, not letting walls stop him from getting close to anyone.]

Aside from the amnesia, it seems nice! [He does laugh softly, even with the more somber subject of their conversation. The subject of his own death, he's strangely calm. He'd known it was coming, more or less.]

It's fine. [Everyone had forgotten once, and these plants apparently hadn't had mercy on anyone that had even partial amnesia before.] I'm fine. Really. I was tired- really tired, when I got here, but I slept plenty in the hospital.