"I wonder... What path have you been set upon, Enbos?"

Takashi sits alone atop a hill, gazing at the invisible river of souls in the night sky. This evening has been an eventful one. He almost lost his son, his saviour turned out to be another Worldfarer, and he is now a part of their branch.

"We may be short on medical plants, but Hachirou didn't have to venture so close to human roads."

"Indeed, he brought back a rather suspicious character."

Silently but not unnoticed, Chiyoko walks up to her father's side.

"Father, are we not supposed to enter the Wastelands this year?"

"Of course we can't. Enbos would not survive the energies that still irradiate its soil."

"But this sudden change in plans will surely..."

"I've already informed Tsubame when she served our tea. Preparations are being made for the longer journey."

"I understand, you must have other reasons. I apologise for doubting you. But please tell me: why did you invite him into our clan? Even if he is from the same world as you father, surely some knowledge and a few supplies would suffice. Not even Hachirou intended on his joining."

"You are not wrong, Chiyoko. However, I feel our meeting is not a whimsical one. He will bring a great change to this world, and I believe it is our duty to guide him."

"... You worry of what he will become. A reincarnated and sentient undead. If he continues using that skill without abandon, then I can surely understand your decision."

"That is not my only intention. He has a strong will and a good heart. I do not mean to restrain him, but to help him."

"I'm dubious. Personally, I think we should finish him off, but I suppose he's not evil. Nevertheless, he will feel it soon and if he succumbs to it... I will end him."

"That is fine. I will not let it come to be."

Chiyoko returns to the village to prepare for resettlement. Takashi looks back to the heavens, trying to decipher their grand designs.