"In a way, you're more honest," Hamuko said softly, gently patting his fluffy hair. "I don't mind if you're sad. I think it's kind of you to mourn for me and for my friends."

He's struggling with the sadness, though... did he usually run away from it? Or was the depressant of the alcohol that strong on him?

"I'm sure that it probably did hurt them, to lose me... but they are all incredible people. I know they'll do well, go on to live rich lives. Hey, maybe if you go home, I can ask you to look a few people up - Igor bringing me here means I might actually get to see if they've ever been in the newspapers or what they've posted about online."