24. I was thinking about your happiness, Souji cannot say, when they no longer need to hold onto each other's hands. There is enough light to see by. The wind that has always circled around them is dying.
I don't believe in that, Mika had said to him when they first met, both rooted in the dark, blinded by the storm. I don't, either, Souji had returned. But their limbs are free now. The storm is gone. Or, at long last, it is moving on.
I was thinking about your happiness, Souji cannot say, when he finds his own.