[Hearing it told to him this way actually, believe it or not, relieves him greatly. He raises his hand; he wants to brush his fingertips over Higekiri's lips, but they are very faintly stained, and he does not want to touch Higekiri with them.

Higekiri remembered... so many names. Imanotsurugi, Mikazuki, Kogitsunemaru, Iwatooshi... His eyes sting with a little bit of tears, though he doesn't cry.]

You're right. It will be just that way. I would find you again, and you me. I know we will all be able to figure out how to stop this strange game.