Inside the cherry forest, the four made themselves at home. Ai and Layla looked through the woods together, looking for the source of the voices. As for Arthur and Rain, they sat together by the tomb on a tree root.
"I have lived for a long time," said Rain as she stared at the tomb. "I have seen countless men lose themselves in hatred, and I thought Lyle was the same. Most of those men forget the reason, but they live on hating. Hate becomes all they know."
"Did that perception change about him after witnessing this place?"
"Lyle has never forgotten his love, which was why his hate never faded. It sounds poetic, but I wish he had moved on. I wish that love were something that fades once the need for it disappears. How I wish it were just an urge to procreate which fades as long as the goal is achieved via other means?"