Two mile long freight trains moving at absurdly high speeds having a head-on collision. Hear the brakes squeal and watch the shrapnel fly. This was an accurate description of Kazuki's current state of mind.

"T-tir," Stuttering would be an understatement for his current impediment of speech, "I...I always thought, thought that... There's a girl back home, I, we're not, but..." His words stuck in his throat out of panic.