Tsuzuki says he doesn't remember his death, or what inspired it. He remembers attempts to claim it, but he doesn't remember when it finally happened.

     Hisoka doesn't remember his death either, only the cursing that caused it. Death was long and drawn-out, one day was the same as those following. There's nothing to mark them in his memory.

     Tatsumi watches them enviously. If he could be rid of just one memory, perhaps he could have been the one to comfort Tsuzuki.

     The glistening in her eyes and the scent of her blood return to him at the most inopportune times.