He feels bare again. Hair still slightly damp, face recently washed, with no glasses to hide away how obvious the circles under his eyes were.

"...!"

He lets go of her hand, deliberately to hold on to that ring. To think he completely forgot about it while talking to Kuon...guilt surfaces on his face for a moment before he finds himself sadly smiling at her.

As if he were holding up Rumi's dead corpse in his hands, and Kuon was the only one to witness him burying her before her eyes.

And yet. She wanted his support.

His words are caught in his throat. Suddenly, there's so much to notice. So much to realise. About himself and Kuon.