[that's a... very hard question to answer. because Osomatsu does not know how to answer it. this wasn't something he could cover up with a joke. this was about Karamatsu's death. anything Osomatsu could say would not be enough. it couldn't be enough.

he stares at Karamatsu for a long time, trying desperately to come up with words. but nothing that comes to his mind seems to be right. it's like his talk with Ichimatsu. he's really struggling! he pulls himself up and through the window so that he can sit on the sill and dangle his legs into the room]

I... I don't know why I'm saying this now. I think it's because, when we were alive, I really didn't think about how you might have felt. Not because I thought you were insignificant, or anything like that. But... because you always seemed like you were having fun. I didn't think I needed to worry about you.