Ginko was the only one I could trust with the truth about Kumado. I wanted to tell him everything from the beginning, but Tama mustn't know that I know.

My pity and anger for that Kumado cooled to silence long ago. But when I look at this Kumado and think of him being used and replaced, never feeling a sight or a sensation move his heart…

I promised him, or maybe myself, that however many times we meet, there will always be someone to show him dawn on the ridge, what "delicious" tastes like…

And maybe what "friendship" sounds like.