Say it again and again, Eichi. I swear I'll never grow sick of hearing it.

[He loves the attention, if it's coming from Eichi. He knows, somehow, that Eichi will always have a sense of wonder that others lack, and he'll always want to see that shining in Eichi's eyes. Just... since coming here, he's desperately wanted more and more of that. He'll blame the moons, to be certain.]

While I see the world through wondering eyes, draw my gaze back over and over. If I leave, if you leave, if anything comes between us, I want to be able to say we have no regrets. That we've lived as we pleased. That's just like the two of us, isn't it?