Y-You shouldn't say such things, Hijiri.

Lord Toramaru... Humans really are weak little things, aren't we? The days of our lives quickly vanish like foam... I wonder if one day I'll pass away the same as he did...?

I'm afraid. Of that thing called death.

It always follows behind us, ready to strike at any time. It makes no sound, it has no form, and yet, it comes with no fail. He was right there, just moments before, smiling without a care in the world. Was he not afraid? Was he not anxious?

...Was he not lonely? And yet I, who was left behind, am so terribly sad... I want to see him, and I want and I want. But I can't. When I wake up, I can't tell him good morning, eat with him, do chores with him, work with him, tell him good night. Those days I took for granted will never come again.