Going Away

"How are you finding things, Togashi?"

Gengyo asked, as he sat down on the warm sand. He had insisted that they share lunch before he left. They assumed he was just being friendly, but his reasons extended beyond that.

"I'm happy enough, Miura. I'm pleased that you took my words seriously."

The man spoke, lifting his cup of water to his mouth, moistening it. It seemed he had not trimmed his beard in a while, as it was beginning to grow rather wild.

"Of course. It was solid advice after all."

He replied with a smile, running the sand through his fingers. He felt no hunger in his stomach, and was contended to simply sit and talk.

"And putting Morohira in charge – that was certainly a wise move."

"Glad you think so. He seems to be doing well enough."

"Indeed."

The man nodded twice, looking towards him. He seemed to have something he wished to say, but for some reason, he was not saying it.

"What is it, Togashi?"