It’d came out of the blue, the question. He’d shrugged it off, but now… strolling by the beach he’d promised to take you to… Kishibe isn’t so sure anymore.

“Do you want me to retire?” If he does that, you’ll go back to being Public Safety’s property. Back to being imprisoned in a murky cell, deprived of the world’s pleasures. Of everything you deserve.

Without thinking, he says, “I’d bring you with me,” Kishibe clears his throat. “We have a contract together. Wherever I go, you go.”