It takes Koumyou a second to settle into the pattern, with his mind lagging a little behind them as it is. But once he's got it, it's almost as smooth as it might have been had he known this dance already.

"Ah, the sad dance, is it? I suppose it's only appropriate."

With all the tears they've both shed, today.

Not that the dance is inherently sad, but he remembers how Devero had looked up here by himself, going through a dance like it with an invisible partner.