[His brows crease. It's hard for him to fully understand, as something almost immortal. As something which has been around for a long time, fortunately unbroken, something that now has a human body that doesn't have to suffer anything like that really.

But he still has empathy for humans. And it still pains him to see them suffer.]

I'm a treasure of the Minamoto Clan. I've been passed down from father to son many times. Some of them die younger than others, but they always die. Because dying is a part of being human, Chuuya-san. It's what makes you you.

I can't say if there was anything more you could have given, but there must have been something you were already giving. Right, Chuuya-san? Without you, he wouldn't have been able to do a lot of things he was able to do, even for a short time.