"Hey."

Kanji shifts his weight, sitting on his knees so he can lean forward across the table, both hands laid flat against the surface. Comfort might not have been his strong suit, but he was nothing if not blunt. He could offer something.

"He's still in there, ain't he? You're not losing him. So you lost some words. And I know they seem important, but-- if you look inside, you still feel him, right?"