The city tells me ... there is still time.

[ Unlike the feeling of time slipping through his fingers, the city tells him that things will be waiting. He can pick up what its telling him. Back home, there was no telling what calling would wait for him and which would not. There was no telling anything, and so he could only hope that he would not be too late.

But the city is kinder, somehow. It tells him that he does not need to rush, and can take his time. Everything will wait until it can't. But when that 'can't' time comes; he has wasted all opportunities. ]

It is good to meet you, Mr. Kitsuragi. We are brothers now. [ It is something that he has been saying to all the Sutoku, but in his drug addled mind, he is more adamant about this point. Friendly, yes; willing to listen, yes; but he is his own bull. ] We are as kin.

We drank and ate together. We accepted our bonds. [ He nods as he listens to the home that Kim has made for himself; his hands trying to rest on the man's shoulders. A sharp nod as he listens adamantly to what his brother is saying. ]

Let's go. You'll be the first I welcome. [ He pats his shoulder and shuffles along. ]