[ Maruki watches Akira as he gives voice to what fate, supposedly, has in store for him. His preternatural calm, steady voice, kind eyes. The card on the table before them seems promising; Maruki wants to believe that it's there for a reason. The whole world, held in two cupped palms. His to care for, his to heal. One day, maybe. He still isn't quite sure how, but the desire has never faded, not for a single day.

The corners of his lips quirk upwards and stay that way this time, not a nervous tic of an expression but a genuine smile, if small and subdued.

Healing from an old hurt. He can't imagine such a life. ]

I figured I was too old to start new journeys. I guess you never know what's waiting around the corner, do you?

[ Another glance down at the card. Akira really has done too much for him in recent days, weeks, months... ]

All of that is so nice to hear, Kurusu-kun, that I can't imagine what the bad news could be. You don't have to tell me, you know.

[ A scoff from the merchant, and Maruki's eyes go wide behind his glasses. ]

O-or you do! Sorry...