Hmm. I know he's a good child, and I can't help but feel sorry for the fact that he bears such a burden at times. [His voice was low, as if speaking any of this too loudly might disturb the others in the apartment. But it only leant itself to the intimate privacy of the moment between the two of them-- and holding Kouha in his arms like that was itself a comfort to him. Although he expressed himself in dry commentary, he was fond of the rough mannerisms of his brothers. The physicality of everyone in their family was something that he greatly missed.]

Even though he's still reeling from losing his chosen King, he still has some hope in his eyes. I believe we can trust them-- and I think having faith in them would serve us better than scrambling for an alternative in this world that we might not be able to bring back with us when we return.