The ache is obvious on the man's face, and his jaw tightens as his head hangs forward. Uncertainty glimmers dimly in his dark eyes. "Of course I want to talk to her. Of course I do. But she was so sad for so long, praying at my shrine every day. Now that she's finally living a happy life... Who am I to take that from her by reminding her that her brother is dead?"

He shakes his head. "It's too selfish. She's better off just forgetting me so she can move on. I don't want to see her look the way she used to."