He hears that sniffle. Been a rough time, huh Lissa? For a couple of minutes, it's fine like this. Everyone needs a space for being sad. She should know that it's safe to make hers next to him. He gazes out at the fiery colors in the sky, and the looming darkness above it working to slowly extinguish whatever portrait of nature Yukimura might have been able to preserve with some paints and a canvas.

"Nothing gets to last forever," he observes.