[Kogasa, for her part, clings to Clarine as though her life depends on it.]

If I die tonight, take care of my umbrella, okay? You can - you can take the tongue off and paint over the eye, and take the sock off, and you can even burn it if you can't keep it, but you can't ever, ever throw it out, okay? It - I've, we...

[She hasn't stumbled this badly with referring to her umbrella since right after she woke up.]

Even if I have to die, I don't want to be thrown out again, too.

[She'll try to smile again later, but for now, six days' worth of negativity already has Kogasa thinking the worst.]