He finds some sort of comfort beneath the sakura tree. As each petal slowly drifts down on top of his head, he has a moment to appreciate everything around him. The soft glow of the moon shining down upon the two of you - it had him forgetting his life as a demon.

It was sometimes hard to do. When it came down to him being a demon, there was always a gnawing ache in his teeth. He had to kill. He had to make humans suffer. It was the way in which he was controlled.

Holding you close against his chest, he already knows that whatever he were to do - he would never harm you. You go way beyond his years as a demon, and it took Kokushibo years to find you as well.

"I can see every imperfection in this light," the Upper Moon chuckles, pressing a sharp nail against your cheek. It's not hard enough to cut into the skin, but he's careful about that regardless. "Fascinating. You never cease to amaze me."