It is now very evening. Now you were walking along the beach with Hanzo always watching over you.

You were squatting to collect seashells on the floor. Hanzo then squatted down as well and looked at you silently...

"Seashells are so pretty...do you think they're beautiful?" Your bright smile has not changed once since you were a child.

"Yeah..." Hanzo just looked at you patiently and didn't show any expression, but his heart was pounding and he wanted to stroke your hair.