[ At first, all he can think of is the strange, almost pained look Minakami had given him as a child, when he'd been stubbornly trying to fold flowers for his grandmother...but at the same time, his response is automatic, from impressions and memories once again kept behind the veil of lives. ] ...I was so happy that you stayed with me, even if it would have been easier to be apart. [ Surely that was a part of him that had never changed, the inability to stand his own loneliness- maybe it came from knowing that someone belonged at his side. A procession of lives, spent together...it was a fatally romantic kind of forever, wasn't it? ] Though, I have to wonder what your poor leg ever did to deserve all of this...I'm glad that you're always "you". Dependable, curious and caring...stronger than me. But it's not so bad, when I can support you too.

[ His movement is very literal, trying to cradle his own grip around Minakami to let him sink his weight in easier, but surely he's always been transparent in these sorts of matters. Honesty is hard, but lying is exhausting- and deep down, he prefers the truth only because he wants to be someone that others can be honest with. ] Being here with you now...it's worth everything that happened.