[It was another contrast between them, the immortal all seriousness while the samurai a lot more carefree and light. Kazuha remembers a time in which he was much more serious like that, where time and restraint had yet to file off his edges.]

It's fun. Is there another reason? You don't have to be a child to have fun playing around.

[It doesn't seem the Harbinger was going to let him continue on his path right now, so Kazuha stops trying to turn his attention ahead and instead focuses on the building. Were his hand not occupied with tea, he might have touched his hand to coax him to let go.

It's lucky he has his hand occupied by the tea, which he sips as he stares at the building entrance.]

Cicins? Beautiful... [He trails off, considering.] Would you like to see if they have any fireflies first? You can tell me about waking.