"I did, though," he admits- shaking his head at Kuon's insistence. He doubted himself so so much and well, he made mistakes. He can admit that but he can also admit that things can only look up from here. For himself. For Rumi. For the Yoshizawas. For Morning.

And now Kuon too.

It would be so easy...to die by the hands of the those who suffered by some other Maruki’s hands. It has already happened. Twice.

It really couldn't get worse than that. His death didn't matter.

"I did nearly give up. I lost my perspective so it makes me wonder if what I am feeling right now is..."

"Hope..?"