[ For all that he found it difficult to connect the two of them in his mind at times, Masamune Kujou was indeed still there, bleeding from one to the other who continued on in his place. And there would always be the undeniable connection that was Saya, having never thought of her as ‘Masamune’s sister’ but his own. The memories were cherished as she was missed, so it had been more than a little difficult to not get pulled into the neat writing filling the pages of the journals she’d left behind. Not just the notes on her research or thoughts about spirits, but the way she talked about those who she helped as a healer and the small notes about the days as they passed.

And even after the mark, after she helped him survive, she was still aiding him now through them. Even if sometimes it was simply that there was something to hold on to and to remind him why he was doing what he was. To reach out to as many as he could to help, despite not being as talented as she was, he wanted to at least do what he could. ]

Mm… And yet there are some that will, even though they know the danger is there. [ He responded with a softer tone, a black rabbit darting across his mind’s eye briefly. Blinking, he hummed at the comment with an awkward tilt of his head and a sheepish smile. ] Ah, I guess maybe a little sometimes.

[ Often. ]

I’m not sure yet, but I think there might be a couple trails to follow… I’ll know better if they’ll lead anywhere once I start research again later.

[ The day either of them took a proper day off from work or the talk of it, there would undoubtedly be a disaster of some kind, anyway. He hadn’t even meant to get into it while they waited for their drinks, but had still slipped somehow into the topic. ]