"Maybe it was meant to be," Declan remarked, setting his bowl down gently on the table and resting his hands on his knees to gaze quietly at the blue-haired boy.

"I don't mind not remembering who I was, though. I think who I am is good enough, as long as I do right and well. There's no one looking for me, no one that misses me, so who I was doesn't matter. Anyways, who I was wouldn't have been there at that perfect moment to meet you, right? Someone needed me, and I got to be there for it. That's reward enough."