"It's still my own selfish desire in the end, I think," Aomi muses, not sounding particularly self-deprecating despite his words. Slowly, with a feather light touch, one finger tip traces along the edges of the bento. "My own belief and memories won't bring her back, after all. Still." Looking up again, he smiles gently. "Someone should remember her."

What else can he do?

Putting down his chopsticks, Ebisu reaches over to clumsily pat Aomi's leg, and then Ginia's. "That sort of thing is valuable as well," he says, only to pause with a frown. "I mean... It's important." That seems to be more satisfactory to him, as he gives a nod before continuing on. "It's more human. Things like that can be forgotten very easily, especially by gods."