[She laughed. She shouldn't, but she did. It was a tired and slightly bitter laugh as she dragged her hand through her hair.]

Of course I will. Again. I already have, I swear it... but I mean it. That poor boy has old pains. We... have to be patient with him as we help him, Makoto. He will learn that you hold no ill will and still care for him, and that I feel the same in time. But we have to happen.

But... I will tell him to stay with Setsuna and Usagi. I promise that. And I will help protect him. I worry that he doesn't know when to stop risking himself.