Yeah, that was another detail Bunta, in his optimism and joy just to see the Yukimura he knew at all, had buried to a subconscious level of awareness, outside the perimeter of focus. He remembers, though. How Yukimura had seemed to struggle just to talk. How all of his strength seemed to abandon him.

That's right. That was why what he was doing mattered. Yukimura had gone to tremendous effort to lay it out. That was how much it mattered to him.

He knits his brow.

"I'm gonna honor that effort, Jackal."