"Then take the time," Togusa says as kindly as he can. "If I'm allowed to ask anything of you, it's what I would."

"The deaths, the memories that we're seeing, even if they happened to another person, another lifetime ago, the feelings behind them are still fresh, open wounds. Treat it like any other loss. Right now, your heart doesn't know the difference." Or your ghost. So to speak.

Togusa finally lets his hand fall away, back to his drink.