“They’re not the same, but they are similar. They’re both earnest.” To a fault. Reigen’s hand brushed a camellia plant and he took a branch of it in his fingers. The white flower glowed in the moonlight, the water droplets that cling to it making it even more luminous. It was pretty like Asa’s kimono—

‘Focus!’ He was losing himself again.

“She’s good at tending these. Misaki-chan. Mob…he’s good at what he does.” Really good. Reigen conjured up memories of Mob and held them in his brain. He’d need to find the kid as soon as he could make a clean exit. He could make up whatever story suited him, he’d worry about that later. “She looks up to you. That’s clear to see.”