The moon may be absent from cabin on this interdimensional missionary train, but Devero might have said there was something luminous about Koumyou anyway. It was in the unwavering intensity of his gaze, in the play of his hair in the water, the glimmer of the bath itself. Devero couldn't look away.

"...I don't know much about souls," he admits slowly, "but I'm starting to understand why people like priests so much.

"Thank you. For your perspective, for-- for everything."