"Us. We're part of this world too now. We should be part of the solution if we can help."

It's not sustainable, and lives are lost in the process of fighting the Bugge. It can't last. These locals are probably more equipped than Midoriya when it comes to finding soil fertility solutions, but he still feels responsible and connected--if they'll let him. He's part of this world and this community.

"You didn't make it worse. You're the reason I can even stand up at all."

It's even how they first met, her catching him. But here he speaks in the metaphorical sense. She's always looked out for him and told off people who were mean to him. She saw him trying so hard for his dream and wanted to help. It came naturally to her.

They move to the path that leads into the city. However, he turns in the other direction that goes further into the fields and toward Salt Lake. His throat feels tight. It's a dam straining against the force of a flood, and he's about to be swept away. The tread of his Iron Soles is uneven. He buries his crumpled face in the crook of his bracer when he feels his eyes overflow.

"I--I'll be fine," he hiccups.