[Dokja never got to enjoy things like this. He didn't really get to enjoy much of anything, so this is actually kind of nice.

Murakami might not have noticed the man in the white trench coat right away. Dokja had sat down on one of the branches and gotten himself settled with his wings folded behind his back. He glances down and merely smiles awkwardly. He thinks he has heard something that probably wasn't meant for his ears.]

Well, you can't really change the past can you. I wouldn't recommend it though unless you have a painless way of going. Dying is pretty unpleasant.

[His expression is somewhat apologetic.] Sorry. I think I wasn't meant to hear that.