[ it's good she decides to eat first, because Johnny doesn't look like he's about to tuck into his half of the sandwich. Trying to eat while he's on horseback just feels like a bad idea, even if they're not exactly riding hard today. For one thing, he can't use his legs to hold on, so keeping his hands free is crucial; for another, he just knows it'd end up making him sick. Luckily, he's hardly about to cast judgement on Hayame for going ahead without him. They're standing around in some kind of netherworld purgatory garden, not sitting down for a nice dinner. Manners aren't exactly important.

His eyes brighten slightly with approval as she moves right into the topic he was going to bring up. ]

Yeah. I saw my friend in there, alive. Everything's just how it was when I left.

[ minus his own grievous head injury, but Johnny likes to imagine whatever power brought him here had the decency to save him from bleeding out immediately after. ]

If that's real, then we still got a chance.

[ he can't say whether or not Hayame wants to return home. He can say that she'd almost certainly rather be there than here, judging by her current state. And he remembers, too, the little glimpses into her past he'd seen while she was lost in fever dreams. She has something to go back to. Even if that "something" is only memories now. ]