He nodded in agreement, choosing not to voice his concerns that his connection to the Light that kept him alive might be severed by exiting the world in which the Traveler sat nearby. He didn't know the potential ramifications of leaving, and while it would be worth the sacrifice to follow Aoba, he chose not to propose anything negative might come of it. Instead, he quieted, thinking about meeting an old woman, asking permission to take care of Aoba. Learning about the things he wouldn't say by asking his friends, walking the streets of the place Aoba called home.

He decided then that when Aoba left, he would fly back to Earth and seek out Midorijima. He would walk those streets, put his feet on the ground that the other man walked, a thousand and more years away. Perhaps that would ease the pain he knew he was going to feel?

"Aoba...write me, when you leave," he murmured, tilting his head and looking to the other man. "Think of a place you can write something and leave it for me to find today. Something in metal or stone, and hidden. And tell me where to look before you go. I can't write back...but it would put me at ease to know you were there."