After learning of Nozomi's death from Kossetsu's letter, Nagara and Mizuho hold a memorial service for her. While advancing the project to return home, they are visited by an old friend, who tells them the story of when he met the man who invented death.
until someday, I'll become
a mere shape, much like Nozomi has.
،إلى أن أصبح يومًا ما مجرد ظل
.تمامًا مثل نوزومي
irgendwann nur noch eine Form sein,
wie Nozomi.
un día me convierta en una mera forma,
al igual que Nozomi.