[ xie lian considers, for a moment, what it means to be a hero, to him. he considers his own life. he considers the moment when he lost sight of himself, a long, long time ago.

and he nods, giving her hand a squeeze. ] ...Then, we won't forget, Miss Hikaru. Let us engrave such a memory on our souls, so it can never be taken away, even if the context disappears for a while.