Arima is revived and Kaneki gets to talk to him?

Kaneki screams as someone carves him out of his dragon form. “No, wait!”

“Look around you!” A scythe strikes him. He sprawls onto the dingy alley floor. Where is he?

“You nearly demolished all of Tokyo,” growls Arima.

Kaneki stares up at him. “Am I dead?”

“No.” Arima kneels before Kaneki. “The dead are coming back, Kaneki. You can thank Dr. Kanou.”

He does not sound grateful, but Kaneki doesn’t ask.

“You’re supposed to ask me something.” Arima narrows his eyes. 

“How can I? You’re alive, sort of, and people are dying, and Furuta’s won, he’s won, and Touka’s gonna lose our baby,” Kaneki sobs.

Arima turns ashen. “Baby?”

“My wife is pregnant.” Kaneki wipes his eyes.

Deep breaths, Kishou. Pretend you’re Eto. Arima swallows. “So…what happened?”

“I can’t do it!” he cries. “This role. I don’t care enough – I don’t have the energy to support both humans and ghouls. It’s too much, Arima. I can’t even decide.”

“Yes, and that’s why you’re in this position,” Arima says coldly.

“I can’t even lie about killing you effectively.” Kaneki slaps his mentor’s hand away, and Arima feels hurt.

Arima pauses. “Do you want to lie about it?”

“I will.”

“No, I asked, do you want to?”

Kaneki pauses. He shakes his head and begins to cry.

Arima’s never been deft with emotions, but even he can tell Kaneki’s in a bad spot. “Kaneki, please. Stand on your own. Be your own person. If that means casting away the kingship for the better of ghouls, do it. If that means breaking your promise to me…do it. But you can’t keep on as is. You’ll get everyone killed. Your refusal to choose has always been your weakness, and that will kill you.”

“Help me,” Kaneki pleads.

“I will. But I won’t choose for you.”

Arima waves Eto out of the shadows. 

She titters. “I can’t believe we forgot to teach our son about condoms.” 

“This is kind of serious right now,” Arima snaps.

“Kaneki, put on your big boy pants. Time to make decisions.” Eto grins.