[ Makoto lets him have it, won't stop him from finishing what's left of the wine. He's had enough to settle most of his nerves and still walk, a comfortable level of drunkenness that loosens them but doesn't pull too hard at his words quite yet. ]

Yeah, you're not wrong there.

[ A sigh. ]

But we did it at least. I'm glad we were able to bring your friend justice, even if it doesn't... feel much like a victory after all of that.

Still... I don't really want to remember him like that. [ Makoto's gaze slips from Huaisang, drifting across the park. ] It helps to talk about things, to remember the good, if you're up for sharing any of it.