For a long time Seimei simply built in silence, working steadily along, taking particular care on the entrance. As he was completing the roof, he looked up at the fox, as though knowing he'd been there the entire time. Perhaps he had.

"What do you think so far? My memory is not quite perfect, but I knew the palace for many years and walked its halls for countless hours," he remarked with a sad fondness, looking down at a black in his palm.

"It seems silly, remembering something like this, but not all of the faces in it."