Tsukikage noted the way that she spoke, the way that she moved. As if every action had a purpose, a way of helping her to understand. There was probably a motive to be sure, but that was not of his concern. It was possible that he would never see her again after this encounter, so why worry. If there was anything to worry about. Myself? A ghost? There are moments where I wonder. But I do carry the memory of one, swept away and long gone. It was becoming harder and harder still to forget, though he longed to.

Black tipped ears moved to listen to her further, taking a great interest in her point of view. As real as I've ever felt. Buried? Well then, perhaps you were meant to rise again for something greater, not meant to be a ghost. He gave a curious and intrigued glance her way, wondering what she would do with such information. Perhaps thinking him an odd or awkward man, but none the less she had interested him so. And it was becoming harder to disregard her completely with each waking moment.