Music always had a way of helping him focus since everything went wrong. Sometimes even before. The woman who held his heart had gifted him with the means to play that music, a way to get lost in the past or help those around him find some solace. There were far too many hours in the day for one who doesn't need to sleep or eat. Well, eat food, anyway.

He did everything he could not to acknowledge his arm outside of combat. To him, that arm was a sign of his betrayal to her. He ran. He never should have run. If he hadn't Haji never would have met Nishi. Not that he had told Saya about his friend back in Kowloon, it did not matter. The mission and Saya were all that mattered.

Giving her a knowing look instead of pointing out she had always been a little immature, and it never bothered him before. Instead, he leaned his head in closer. "I know." The words spoken softly. He didn't need her to say it, even if his heart craved to hear those words. "I will always be at your side."