He lets himself be pulled to the nearest seat, leaning into Roland as he put his arm around him. He almost feels like a child again, the child he was less than a week ago, when Roland had showed him around the train.

Even not knowing him at all he had trusted him. Of course at that age he had trusted far too easily but even now as an adult he knows Roland isn't going to harm him, had cared for Lord Gyousou, was someone he could trust.

"You've done so much already." He whispered into his shoulder.

Nothing could bring Lord Gyousou back. He's not even sure the train itself can do that. He's gone, he can't feel the ouki anymore, except for the tendril of it left in Inigo. There is a shadow over his heart. No kirin can ever be happy when seperated from its king.