[Mikazuki won't necessarily insist on an answer just yet. For now, it is enough that he has asked the questions, put them out there for Tsurumaru to remember that he knows. He knows, and he understands. Maybe not everything, but enough.

The hands on his cheeks are cold on the surface, but he can feel the warmth under it, and he lets go of Tsurumaru's chin to cover one of those hands with his, gently stroking those white fingers.]

I know who you are. I have watched you being born.

[Mikazuki has many secrets, that is true. And he plays his cards close to his chest, and he is cagey. There aren't that many who have seen all of him.]

And you know who I am too.

[The Moon, pure and white and lonely. The Crane, long-lived and bound to just one love.]

If you do not treasure yourself, others will do it for you.

['I will do it for you.']