The priest gazes back, as serene and calm as ever. He doesn't know Devero well enough to do anything for his tears, but maybe someday.

"When we first met," he says slowly, calmly, instead, "I said one should live, and laugh, or give up and die. And you said you weren't ready to die yet, so living and laughing are your only options."

Koumyou squeezes the hand he'd captured, just a bit.

"This doesn't sound like it's bringing you any joy, Devero."