Koumyou leans heavily against the bigger man, and rests the side of his head on Devero's shoulder, an exhausted lump of a priest.

"You're right," he murmurs, "I can only control what happens next. But I don't know what that will be. I've been treating my time on the train as a... a strange limbo, in between reincarnations. A waiting room. But I still have a sutra to protect, somehow."