[To Joshua “cheese” means nothing more than “food”, so when Yato makes that exclamation, his first instinct is to look towards the table spread. Then, the flash calls his attention back to the camera, where those last few photos graduate from bewildered to delighted.]

[It’s a stark contrast to the conversation that follows, and Joshua does his best to mitigate that whiplash. The gentle, happy smile remains on his face, despite the subject. Hard as it is, he’s been trying to open up more. He owes that much to Jill, his sister, and her strong and swift influence.]

I was a sickly child. Although no one stated anything in my presence nor to me directly, castle walls are built with whispers. As an adult, my lifestyle does not allow for much reprieve against ailment.

[It’s not easy journeying around the world to save it. It’s even more difficult when you need to give up parts of yourself to see it through.]

Be that as it may, I am happy to have made it this far, as well. Regardless of what transpires here or back in my home realm, I will cherish this moment forever.

Thank you, Yato, for making it all the more special.