[Fukuda seems a little surprised, but after a long moment, he nods, as if he's found his resolve. He shifts a moment, like he's getting ready to fight. A lot of people have told him he should try. That it's normal to want to survive. It really only will take one hit, with these syringes, so his lack of fighting experience isn't as much of a problem. He should fight. Omi's telling him to, after all]

I suppose it would feel worse to kill someone who's not resisting. You really have a strong heart, Omi. I'm glad you're my friend.

[A pause, as he adjusts his grip on the syringe. For a moment, he's completely still.]

But I'm sorry. I think I'd rather just not make you dirty your hands again, at all.
[And he reaches up to plunge the syringe into his own neck.]