[Planes were still a foreign concept to Souji, but the idea of being frozen and thrown out of time...that seems to resonate. He feels that way here somewhat, unaging, undying and just waiting to go back or for something familiar to come here.

But to live through something so horrific... Souji reached into his sleeve and pulled out a small modern ink brush, uncapping it to paint the letters 元治元年 on the paper near his doodles.]

We're both men out of time then. It isn't an easy task laid at our feet, but it is one that we were given for a purpose.

[He uses the brush to draw a little pig made of crude circles and frowny lines.]

It's never easy being the one with the responsibility put on your shoulders. [Souji smiled over at the stranger.] But if you were spared, it was for a reason. The world, although changed, is better for having you in it.