"Or gone." Hakkai's agreement is mild. "The spell wearing off might be why we disappear."

He leans back against the counter, wrapping his hands around his teacup as he watches Gojyo. He wants to remember, doesn't he? The hunger in his eyes is painfully familiar, and it goads Hakkai to continue as he looks down at his cup again.

"... But you shouldn't be eager to remember, even apart from that. If you're reminded of something you haven't remembered on your own, you'll become an ayakashi."