Pain is pain. Loss is loss. It's a universal truth that everyone can understand on some level. Even if they can't, they will in time. One of life's little eventualities.

"I would say the same to you, Miss Verity." A thought occurs. Katsuya pulls out a rather dated looking cell phone (one that looks like it's been through the wringer and possibly set on fire before). He hands it over to Verity. There's a new contact open. Amidst all the foreign letters is the word 'Makoto' typed out in English characters. "It's a phone I had specially made...the last time I was in the Nexus." He explains. "I can communicate via text to anyone despite dimensional barriers. It also works with calls, though less accurately. I thought...it might be easier to get in touch with me, if we traded information."

That contact list is mighty small. Katsuya really doesn't get out much at all.