[It shouldn't warm him to know that even after all this time, that Setsura had kept them close to her in the form of fireworks and hotpots, and he was tempted to ask what kind of offerings she would have had for him. In their line of work, there was always the morbid knowledge that any day could be their last and that death wasn't as painless or final as most Dormants believed. He had always wondered who would turn out for his funeral and what would be said for him, and he had gotten a taste of that at Akemi's.

Despite the brutal and violent lives they had lived, they had also managed to create families to leave behind, people who would carry on their memories. It had been a comforting thought to him then, but in the face of Setsura's grief, he wondered how long she would have carried both of their deaths miserably and heavily. He had always wanted her to be happy, some way or somehow.

The look in her eyes wasn't what he wanted to see right now, and he had to laugh at her suggestion, putting their foreheads together.]

As fun as that would be and no matter how much I want to, Akemi's taken care of. And there's no guarantee she hasn't reincarnated. She had a head start.