It shouldn't have been a problem. Pikmin were, in a sense, born just to die. That was part of their usefulness. She'd known that all along. So her previous fears of her time running out were a little unfounded. Her efforts to try and avoid it were a wasted effort, because the darkness had found her anyway.

It was slight, with how soft her touch was to begin with, but her grip tightened around his fingers.

"No. I... don't believe so."