[When Homura steps into the path, Okita pauses slightly. It's easier to see him again in a way, but also a bit harder. After all, this is the man that Ayumu spent over a week thinking was her husband. And he spent the time thinking he was his father.

His father...who died because of him. But it isn't Homura's fault and it isn't like he knows. Okita was very careful not to tell anyone about his dreams.]

Hello, Homura-san. [The bird warks over his shoulder and Okita reaches up, petting her beak.] She's quite well behaved, I'll have you know. We're on a walk. Would you like to join us?